"Dad..." I picked up his call while driving myself to the building.
I know my father is a great man. He has his flaws, and he let those flaws ruin us. But just like Bree, he's straining his best to fix our relationship as a family.
Was it my fault that I found it hard to trust anyone? I forgave, but it's hard to forget. It was marked in my head.
"Missed you here at the resort," he said, his voice carrying a hint of his age. "Lois mentioned that you're heading to a meeting. I just wanted you to know I'd like to spend time with you while I'm here."
Parking the car, I let out a soft exhale. "Sure," I replied.
"I know you still feel a sense of resentment towards me, daughter. I only wanted what I thought would make you happy."
"I don't—" I plopped the back of my head against the headrest
