Percy’s POV:
The drive to wherever Declan was taking me was painfully long and boring. We sat facing each other in the limo and while I looked out the tinted window at blurred buildings and city lights, Declan was happy to glue his phone to his face.
I was grateful that he did not attempt to engage in small talk, even though I knew from when we were little that he wasn’t the type to do that. A small part of me hoped that he had changed, but I guess not.
As I watched the city through the window, I suddenly felt my anxiety rear its head once more. It dawned on me that the moment was imminent now; I would be meeting my father as a grown man, after all this time.
I stopped caring about what he thought of me, or whether or not he cared about me after abandoning me in Rome. With nonnina C
