~Mia~
Though their introduction didn’t get off to a great start, the rest of the time Ayden and I spent with my father was enlightening. The things he told us about his past were things I’d never heard before. After my mother died, he became reclusive, hiding in his room most days. It’s one reason I grew close to my grandparents. They stepped in and took care of me.
Once my father retired to the room he stayed in whenever he visited Greg, I showed Ayden to my room. He glanced at the walls as I closed the door. When he heard it click closed, he faced me.
“Are you upset with me for coming?”
I moved closer to him, shaking my head as I did. “No. I wanted you to come, Ayden.”
“Then why did you leave without me?”
His question stung. I didn’t know how to respond when I had no valid excuse.
