Susie always did say I was quite dumb. And right at the moment, I agree. Because there would be no other reason why I would be standing right in front of my estranged father's house, the same jackass who abandoned me before I could spell "preposterous" if I wasn't stupid.
But hey, between a bastard for a husband who couldn't stand up to his mother and a bastard for a father who at least thought not to leave me to die in the cold, I'd pick the latter any day. Besides, he owed me a lot of hot teas and biscuits in the past, I was simply collecting my dues.
"Come on in." He urged eyeing me softly as I glared at the building before me.
It was a suburban duplex. A freaking modern home with all the dandy flowers by the lawn and the garage on the left side of the house. If he could affo
