Elena POV:
We had just finished having lunch at a restaurant in another town. My dad was wiping his face with a napkin when the waitress brought the bill over.
"So now that we had some food, let's chat a bit," said my dad and I deflated instantly. "I don't want to talk about what happened with Caleb." "Elena, you have a baby with him, you should try and fix things." Said my father, "no, absolutely not. I've tried, I always try," I gasped, my throat was sore as I tried to choke back tears, "you don't understand -" I made a weird sobbing, gargling noise. "Okay, then help me," said my father in a soft voice as he reached out his hand to mine. "I'm here for you and I just want what's best for you," I pulled my hand back when I heard those words.
I quickly wiped away my tears, "why did you
