“Hey.” Amy heard Mari say. “That's your father, right?”
“Oh, yes.”
Mari sat opposite Amy, and placed Sammy— who was having a watermelon— on her lap.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Mari asked.
“Uh?”
“The situation seemed pretty sense. I don't know. It just felt like you hated what was happening.”
“Oh no. That's completely fine. I mean, I do hate him, but it's nothing to talk about.”
“But you approached him to say something, didn't you?”
“Oh, that? I just got a little too emotional. He doesn't even act like he's my father anymore.” Amy lied, “He hasn't called me once, or said ‘hi’. It's like I don't exist in his world, but…”
Amy could remember a time when Jason was the best father in the world. He'd practice pottery with her, take her to see all his business friends, and even co
