“Remember, it’s okay to not be okay.”
---
~ Elizabeth ~
My phone rang while I was in the Uber. As expected, Mom had been hesitant about letting me go to Luke’s alone, but she couldn’t really stop me — I was technically an adult now. Or wasn’t I?
I checked the caller ID and smiled when I saw “Dad” flash on the screen.
Swiping left, I picked up.
“Bonjour, Père.”
“Beth… you?”
I grinned at his reaction. Dad had always been caught off guard by how easily I could slip into a French accent — even though I wasn’t French.
Could be a gene mutation, or maybe I was adopted? Hahaha.
“No biggie, Dad. How are you?”
“I’m okay. And how’s my lovely daughter doing?”
His voice sounded light, almost cheerful. I could hear the laughter hiding in his tone.
“I’m fine, Papa,” I replied, using the nick
