“I’ve tracked down your old man,” Ron finally announced, and for some strange reason was licking the spoon from his coffee, making me feel a bit disgusted.
My curiosity was piqued. “And how is that bad news?” I asked, leaning forward a bit.
He sighed and dipped the spoon back into the coffee.
“Would you drink?” He pointed at the mug.
I shook my head. “No,”
“Oops. It's just that you've been staring at my coffee the entire while.”
“Come on Ron, I don't have all day. Is that the only news?”
He took a sip of his coffee and stirred it one more time, before setting the cup aside and focusing squarely on me.
His eyebrows were furrowed in a way that made me anxious.
He rubbed his palms together.
“I'm afraid you may never meet your father. I tried my best Ruby, I really did. I'm so sorr
