Tessa’s POV
As my father’s name flashed across my phone screen, my entire body stilled. Joseph was watching me with a frown on his face.
“Are you going to answer it?” He asked, furrowing his brows together as he studied me.
I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat and swiped the green “talk” button.
“Hello,” I said, trying to keep my tone calm.
“Tessa?” My father’s voice was gruff like he had just woken up. “Hey.”
“What do you want, Dad?” I found myself asking; my voice came out more bitter than I wanted.
But I was hurt, and he had to have known that. He hung up on me when I asked a very important question. He was too much of a coward to answer me, so he ran away.
“I deserved that,” he murmured, and I wasn’t sure if he meant for me to hear it. “I wanted to talk to y
