Three weeks later…
“How’s your dad?” I asked Kendra as she climbed into the car. The prison was a large and menacing building that made me worry every time Kendra disappeared inside its thick, stone walls. She shrugged as she slid her bag onto the floor by her feet.
“He thinks his cell is haunted,” she shrugged and smiled slightly as she looked at me. I chuckled as I pulled out of the parking lot, “otherwise he’s fine. We’re still waiting on his actual trial but we all know how it’s going to go.”
“He’s accepted it,” she replied, “and said he’s fine with it as long as I keep visiting him. He’s still an asshole but…”
“He’s still your dad,” I finished. She nodded before turning to look at me as I merged onto the highway. I glanced over at her and raised an eyebrow, “what? Do I have somet
