"Hello," replied my 'father's' gruff voice.
"It's me," I said softly.
"Oh my god Lacey," he breathed out," I was just about to visit you. H-how are you? How's the boy?"
"The well-being of my son and I are none of your concern," I corrected.
He had no right to know how Andre and I were. Lord knows I was only doing this for my real dad.
"Oh," he whispered softly.
The pain was evident in his voice, much to my content. I wanted him to see I was stronger without him.
"Don't take this call for making amends," I snapped," I just want answers."
"O-of course," he stammered.
"But," I interrupted," I want to do this in person."
"How about the ice cream place, you can bring your son?" he suggested.
"Be there at 5 later today," I said before hanging up.
"Andre," I called," Get rea
