Chapter 4
Danielle
“Hey Danny! Are these all of your things?”
“Yeah, and it's Danielle to you.” As I get off of the Greyhound, I stare into my father’s eyes for the first time in three years. Looks like he’s put on about twenty pounds, and his hair, though short, has a few traces of gray in it, but something’s missing; the more that I stare at the very man that I once worshipped, the more that he begins to look like the scum of the earth. In five seconds of seeing him, I start to feel the pain of these three years all at once.
“Danielle it is. Oh, come this way. I’ve parked across the lot.” I follow as reluctantly as possible. Glasses! That’s it. He must’ve canned them eager to embrace the world of contacts, finally. Upon reaching the car, I exhale. I don’t know how much longer I could
