Sandra POV.
The sound of my father's desperate pleas had echoed in my ears for days, each voicemail more frantic than the last.
His words were direct and simple: I want money. Give me money. I want money. If you don't give me money, I'll do something terribly drastic!
He thought he could get me with that but he couldn't. I ignored them all, refusing to acknowledge the man who had abandoned us when we needed him most.
He was nothing more than a deadbeat, a broken shell of a man who had left my mother and me to chase after his foolish love affair, only returning when his failed lover had left him destitute.
Yet despite my best efforts to ignore him, his persistence had finally worn me down and I blamed my mother for it.
If it wasn't for my mother who had taken pity on him one day and
