She’s Smiling, she looks relaxed. probably taken long before any of this mess began.
Mike notices the change in my expression. His brows draw together.
“What?” he asks, looking over my shoulder.
Then he sees the picture too.
“What?” He asks again. I can sense the frustration in his voice.
A long silence stretches between us.
“She…she’s his daughter?,” I whisper.
“Yes, any problem?”
“It’s her, it’s Rebecca. The girl I
Met at the bar” I say. My hands are trembling slightly.
Mike draws a breath and steps closer. “You are kidding me.”
I shake my head slowly, still staring at the picture like maybe if I look long enough it will change.
There is a long silence between us. My legs suddenly feel weak. I slowly sit down on the step.
Mike is watching me. “You alright?” He asks.
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