Unwanted images flooded through her head. When they were gone she stared at her father in shock. She knew what he had been all along. She hadn't wanted to see it but she had known. Strangely, it had more been the sudden appearance of the images than its content that brought the surprise on her face. She did not agree with what he did. Fuck, no. Angry eyes locked with his and her hand collided with his cheek. Shit, slapping him felt like slapping a rock. Nonetheless, she wasn't that shocked by his actions.
She swallowed and avoided her eyes shortly, getting a grip on herself. "Okay," she said with a strangely neutral tone as she swallowed. "Not your greatest move, dad. I can't say I'm particularly proud. That's a -" She snorted softly and shook her head. "- that's an asshole thing to do. I don't know her personally but Peggy is a good person and if you get through a male chauvinist world to reach a position she had, that says something." The words were tainted with her own experiences. Little Katherine who was only good for cheering at her brothers, never allowed to take part in an adventure herself.
She looked back up at him, stubbornness back in place. "But I'm not leaving. I hated you. No, I wanted to hate you. It's the easy thing to do, you know. After you disposed of me like a piece of garbage, I wanted to rip you apart. My anger followed me everywhere I went. Abi gave me the nudge in the right direction." So had Maryanne but she wasn't someone Katherine wanted to mention. "And yes, I consider it the right direction. You've been alone for too long. I know how it is to push people away. Don't do this to your own daughter. Don't do this to yourself."