33
WHITTON
Still no text from Eve the next morning.
I sent her a message, asking if she’d found Bailey and if everything was all right, but it was left on Delivered. Either she wasn’t looking at her phone or she was ignoring me. I was going to go with the former. She was probably too busy.
I was making my morning coffee when there was a knock on my door. For a second, I was certain that it was Eve, and she would walk through the door, and all would be well.
I yanked the door open and froze in place.
“Dad?”
“Hey, Whitt,” he said with an unassuming smile.
I stared at him in disbelief. I’d gotten the texts that he was coming into town. He’d messaged, asking to see us all. Despite the fact that I’d already said that no one else wanted to see him, he’d still shown up on my doorstep.
“W
