I found myself slowly opening up to my father. We would meet for coffee or lunch, and he would tell me stories about his past, about the mistakes he had made and the regrets he had.
I was starting to feel like maybe, just maybe, he was genuinely sorry for what he had done. Maybe he had changed, and maybe we could rebuild our relationship.
Leo, however, thought differently.
He hired his private investigator to look into my father’s affairs and the results weren’t correlating.
“I don’t think you should trust your father.” Leo told me as he walked me to my lecture hall.
“What?” I asked him as I paused at the stairs.
“I believe he is lying.” He stated as I frowned at his statement,
“How do you know that?” I asked him curiously.
“What did you do, Leo?” I asked him as I approached him.
