“Okay son, please drive carefully,” his father says before he hangs up. “Just hang in there for a few more minutes. I promise I will get you safely back to your family,” he says. “Thank you, Caleb. I don't know what I would do if you weren't there,” I say, and rest my head back and close my eyes.
“Do you know what he wants from you?” he asked me. “Something my dad stole from him before he left Jamaica. I have no idea what it is. I never met my biological father. He died when my mom was expecting me and my mom died while she gave birth to me.
It's a long story that I will tell you some other time. I honestly don't know what he wants, but he doesn't believe me. I offered him money, but he didn't want it. I don't know what to do anymore,” I say and sob. “We will get through this, don't worr
