POV: Henry
I was sitting at a table in the Japanese restaurant, waiting for my takeout. I still hadn't completely decompresssed from the call with my "father." It was honestly impressive how that piece of work could still manage to ruin my day, even now that I didn’t live under his roof.
What pissed me off the most was that after everything he’d done, after being a total deadbeat husband to my mother and a shitty father to me, he still had the audacity to call. He actually felt entitled to ask me for something, as if he’d ever given me a damn thing in his life.
"Order up!", the waiter said, setting the bags on the table. I paid and headed out fast.
Henry: [On my way]
I texted Anne the second I got in the car. After hanging up on Harrison, I’d almost canceled lunch with her. I was seei
