Imogene Scott
My heart clenches as I try to understand why on earth my father would reach out to me after so many years. For the past three years that I was gone from LA, he never tried to find me. Even way before that, he stopped contacting me when Damien and I got married. So it’s been approximately eight years.
Why now?
“Hello?” a voice comes from the other end of the line, hoarse and low.
I force myself to hold back the pain that claws at my insides. The pain of hearing my own father’s voice after so many good years.
“Hi.” I say slowly.
“It’s me, Imogene.”
“Dad?” I manage to say.
Damien’s eyes snap up as I mention his name. He c***s his head, a lot more confused than I am. But I don’t seem to care about his reaction. He continues to look at me as I try to gather my words into
