Iko’s POV
Dad helped me stay in his hotel room until the police thing was handled. It was too early in the morning when his phone started ringing, catching us off guard.
Annoyed, dad picked his phone and answered gruffly.
“Yes?” He rubbed his eyes until he heard the other person’s voice.
“No, I don’t know.” Saying, his eyes set on me; worrying me.
“Listen, I haven’t been in his life until now. Do you think it’s easier for any child to allow a run-away parent to welcome back in their life?” He asked suddenly going towards his window, glancing outside.
“Yeah, I can. Where to?” He asked and this time I could feel bile rising in my body.
The call was soon ended and he cursed under his breath.
“Iko, stay inside no matter what happens, okay? And… call that… tall boy from your school. Don
