“I want to meet him.” I blurted after a minute of silence.
My mom’s head shot up at the request, while her eyes narrowed at me as if to ask what for? I took a deep breath and decided to ask the question that lingered in my mind without receiving a strike to my cheek.
I stepped back from her before speaking. “Something just doesn’t feel right. I want to meet this man and make sure he’s real.”
I thought she was going to get mad and make up some excuse to get out of the whole situation, but to my surprise, she just smiled and pulled out her phone to redial an unsaved number. She put it on the speaker and after the fourth ring, there was a bit of laughter at the other end of the line before someone spoke up.
“Hello, who is this?” He asked suspiciously.
“It’s Miss Weston, sir. I helped
