The week leading up to Adrian’s return felt like an eternity. I tried to keep myself busy—since I decided to keep the baby and stay home to take care of my dad going to college was no longer on the list.
The anxiety never fully went away. Every time I thought about seeing Adrian again, my stomach twisted into knots. Would he be angry? Would he deny it? Or would he step up like his father seemed to believe he would?
Finally, the day came. My hands trembled as i sat in the truck, I was parked just outside the Barfield residence. My father had been too weak to come with me this time; the chemo treatments had left him drained and frail. I’d insisted he stay home and rest, though i wished i had his steady presence beside me now.
The week leading up to this moment had been agonizing. Every ho
