NUR
“Your Dad is in jail.” I deadpan.
Ahyan blows out a breath, hands tight on steering wheel. “Yeah,”
“But . . . why?”
Three hours with the lawyer had not done me good. I sat there like a fool with my mouth dropped open, wondering how I did not know something so big about Ahyan.
His father had been imprisoned about a year ago. I’m assuming sometime after Ela was born. I don’t understand what to make of this. His father might or might not be a criminal. From what Ahyan has said all along, he believes it’s the latter and I trust his judgement.
So, today was about meeting this super stuck-up man who was the lawyer and presenting evidence to him. Honestly, I don’t know much about lawyers or jails. You know, since I’ve never been to one and neither has my family.
Ahyan sighs. “Where
