“Alright. Be back in a jiffy,” Suzy says with a small wave.
Exhaustion begins to overtake me. The presence of the police had momentarily given me a shot of adrenaline, but now it was gone. I close my eyes and try to will away the memories, but I keep seeing my father’s enraged face and the knife coming at me. The pain of the knife wounds paled in comparison to the pain caused by the last words he spoke to me.
“You weren’t wanted eighteen years ago, and you sure as hell aren’t wanted now.”
Those wounds couldn’t be sewn back together. They shouldn’t matter, coming from the likes of him. He’s never been anything more than a sperm donor and a selfish waste of good air. But no matter how many times I repeat that it doesn’t matter, the words hurt. Not just the words, but his tone, the look in
