COLEEN
I sat on my bed, the phone resting in my palm like it weighed ten pounds, and stared at the screen like it might make the decision for me.
I didn’t want to do this. Scratch that, if I didn’t think it was the right thing to do, I wouldn’t be doing this right now but alas, my moral compass had to be pointing in the freaking right direction and I partly had Hayden to thank for that.
Hayden sat cross-legged on the floor, his back against my dresser, exactly where I’d found him the night before. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t rush me or prod but I could feel his presence grounding me.
A silent support beam holding me up from the inside out.
I stared at my dad’s contact photo, thumb hovering over the call button. I’d seen this man cry once in my life, once. And that was the night
