Macey
When my father’s name appeared on my phone, I stared at it long enough for the screen to dim beneath my fingers.
For one ridiculous second, I wondered whether I had imagined it.
He had not called me in weeks. Not when I left the position with the team. Not when I moved into Liam’s little cottage. Not after Mom came to see me with enough money to erase every struggle I had chosen to face on my own. My father had made his opinion perfectly clear without needing to repeat it. I had chosen Mikey, and in his mind that meant I had chosen against my family.
The phone continued vibrating across the kitchen counter.
Rocky sat near my feet, looking from the phone to me as though he could not understand why I was allowing something so loud to exist without stopping it.
I finally answered.
