“Adriana? You sold me off without a thought, and now you’ve forgotten my name?”
“Oh,” he laughs nervously, wiping a hand down his neck. “That…that was a mistake. Of course, I know you’re Alina. I was there when you were named.”
“You?” I groan. The whole thing feels like one big joke, standing here, staring at the awkward smile on his face as he tries to salvage a situation he ruined years ago. “You’re not my biological father, Gerald,” I use his first name, stepping closer. “So, no, you weren’t there when I was named. I don’t know why you asked to see me, but if I were you, I’d get to the point real quick.”
He nods eagerly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He does the same to the front of his pants with both hands, his smile widening—an attempt I know all too well. He was goi
