This is not how I want the conversation to go. I want to be able to look at her, to see every emotion etched into her face, to read all of what she’s feeling in her grey eyes.
I’m pretty sure you dropped your pen, because I heard something tiny clank to the floor, and you quietly covered up a gasp with a cough. Yeah, I was shocked too.
I blinked. The bastard was acting like nothing happened, like I’d been on vacation or something, not that he hadn’t abandoned his only child when he had no one.