It’s been a month since he left, and still no word. She finally stopped asking for him, and last week I refused to try to reach out. James texts me once a week to check in and say hi. He tells me what he was doing, but we both avoid talking about Ryan for apparent reasons.
I woke up to my phone ringing on a Monday morning. I answered it without checking the caller I.D.; “Hello?”
“Hey, sexy,” Ryan replied on the other end. “Haven’t heard from you in a while. I miss your voice.”
“Whatever, Ryan. I called you for three weeks straight to hear from you, and you didn’t reply. Your daughter has finally stopped asking for you.” I hissed into the phone. I hung up and went into the bathroom since I felt like I was going to be sick.
He called m
