Chapter 11 THE PHONE CALL

• It’s been four days since the events of the Phoenix, still waiting for that call that I don’t think I will ever receive. I even got so desperate that I sent him a text, asking how things are. But I’m left on “read”. This silence is killing me, and all the negative thoughts come crushing in, creating a vortex inside me that I can’t shake off.
• Yes, I’m now certain that the “loving father” he was talking about isn’t anymore. He must have gotten cold feet or something, but at least they owe me an explanation, or a yes or no. I’m pissed at myself for getting excited, as if the tides have turned for my life.
• But this was just another joke.