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“She’s right,” I agreed, “but I actually just finished up. Just in time.”
“Good. Your mom just pulled dinner out of the oven. Sole and fried tofu in some kind of tomato sauce.”
I tried not to gag at the combination.
“Yep, ok, getting tacos to eat after Mom accepts that the new recipe was a disaster,” I told him, already planning out how many to get and what kind.
“Good girl,” he agreed. “Always got your old man’s back.”
“Always,” I told him.
“Hurry over, but remember some hot sauce. And extra sour cream.”
“Got it!” I told him and hung up.
On my way back, I hit my favorite place near Mom and Dad’s house. I didn’t get there much since I lived a good twenty minutes away from it now, so I was excited to eat it after suffering the first few bites of Mom’s new concoction.
I snuck into the house, being assaulted by the sour and fishy smell of dinner while heading right to Dad’s office.
My hand gripped the doorknob and twisted, but the words spoken on the other side made me pause in…terror? Curiosity?
“Ash’s always been a stubborn bastard,” Dad murmured, his chair squeaking as he spoke. “How’s he doing besides that? Is the therapy going ok?”
Pause.
My heart was fucking thundering in my chest. Ashton? Ashton Kane?
He chuckled.
“Yeah, I’m not surprised. That’s good though. I’m grateful you keep me updated.”
Pause.
“Yeah I know. I’m just not— No, I’m not ready to talk to him yet. At this point, it feels too late, anyway.”
My father hummed in agreement to something, then promised to call back in a few weeks. I heard his chair squeak as he clearly stood up, judging by the footsteps that went toward the door.
Pushing, I let myself into his office just as he got to the door.
“Oh shit, that smells good,” he said as a greeting, eyes greedily taking in my greasy bag of food.
“Oh yeah. Got your favorite, too,” I agreed, though my attention was focused on his cell phone sitting on the top of his desk.
“Hide this and come to the kitchen,” he told me, pointing to his desk.
I went and slipped it behind the foot space of his executive style desk, then sat in his chair.
“I need another sec before I can take in any more tofu,” I lied, smiling weakly at Dad.
He humphed and nodded.
“Ok, but don’t let your Mom find you in here. She can’t know about the tacos.”
I agreed as he stepped out, closing the door behind him as he greeted Mom in the kitchen with a compliment on how good dinner smelled.
Their conversation didn’t really interest me, though, not when that phone was sitting there.
Picking up Dad’s cell, I touched my finger to the screen where a lock screen popped up.
