Adrian.
I was all alone.
My father was the only reason I still had a reason to be cheerful. I was confident that he would handle the whole issue like he had promised.
Leaving me at the finish line wasn't fair. Leaving me when my hurdle had scraped my knee or when my vault pole had snapped wasn't the right thing to do.
But that was my father—unpredictable. But of all the times he could turn his back on me, why now?
He had to at least answer one more time—just give me any finger hold. But he had decided that it was best to block me. Or maybe he had just chosen not to take my call. But in all, I was still in danger.
I had to find someone to call to plead with him. Soon enough, my phone lit up. The name on the caller ID was the exact man that I was expecting.
“Hello, Bernard,”
