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“There was not one day you were not on my mind.”
“Then, why didn’t you reach out? It’s been freaking seven months. I needed you, Dad.”
He didn’t say anything. He looked down at his hands, avoiding my eyes. I didn’t want to blame him. He tended to listen to whatever Mom told him. He was someone with a soft heart, and Mom had a big influence on him.
“He tried to tell us,” he mumbled.
“Who?”
“Tristan Sanchester. He came over to the house after we kicked you out. He had blood on his shirt, and I was scared something had happened to you. Your mom wouldn’t even give him a chance to talk. She threatened to call the cops, and he had to leave.”
I was lost for words. I remembered that day at the hospital when he’d disappeared and left me with Adrian.
“What … what did he say?”
“He said something about a lie, and he apologized. I didn’t hear much ’cause your mom slammed the door on his face.”
I stood up, not sure I could spend another minute with him.
“I’m sorry for what happened. I will explain everything to—”
“Don’t. It doesn’t matter anymore.”
“Let me know if you need anything,” he told me.
“I won’t. Tell Mom I’m still alive.” I turned away and walked to the car I’d parked at the side of the road. I buried my face in my palms and inhaled deeply. My emotions were all over the place. I took one last glance at him and drove off.
I was exhaustedwhen I got home. I stretched my arms after taking off my sneakers. I heard a noise from the kitchen. Morris must have been making dinner. I felt dehydrated from today’s sun. I dropped my bag and walked to the kitchen.
“Hey, Morris,” I said, opening the fridge.
I took one bottle of water and faced him with a wide smile, but my smile fell when I saw Tristan staring at me. I let go of the bottle and approached him with quick steps.
His stubble was now replaced with a beard. His lips curled upward slowly, guilt glaring right at me as his eyes monitored my moves.
“I know you hate me now for—”
“Shut up,” I cut in, running toward him and jumping on him in pure excitement.
He stumbled back, unable to keep up with my force, and tumbled to the ground. I wrapped my arms around him, welcoming the familiar scent that filled my nose.
“I’m glad you’re back, and I don’t hate you,” I told him, increasing my grip around him.
“I’m so sorry, Chloe,” he whispered and kissed my head.
He wrapped his arms around me, I melted into him.
“I’m sorry,” he said again, kissing my neck.
We stayed quiet on the cold marble floor, not pulling away.
“It was fucking hard. It’s been torture without you here,” I murmured into his neck.
“I missed you.” He brushed his fingers through my hair. “I was starting to get jealous of Morris,” he said and laughed softly at himself.
“Morris? Why?” I asked, pulling away to look at him.
I’d almost forgotten how handsome he was. As much as I was irritated by the beard, I had to admit, he rocked the look.
