He haunts my dreams and the next day when I arrive at the office, I can’t help looking around in the hopes of seeing him on the way to my desk. I don’t really expect to, but I can’t keep from getting my hopes up. I can’t wait until five. Maybe I’ll see him again when we go on break.
I glance at the clock. Another half hour…my stomach’s already nervous. This time I’ll say something to him. Maybe keep Becky talking a little longer so she can introduce us. I’m almost positive he was the one she talked about the day before. He has to be.
I’m playing a round of solitaire on the computer when the phone rings. “Tech support,” I say. Deep, heavy breathing fills my ear. “This is—”
“Luke.” I roll my eyes—it’s Joel. “I am your father.”
I throw a pencil over the partition between our cubicles. In
