The Phone Call
That night, he called.
He was sobbing before he even said hello.
“She’s my daughter… I—I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. I believed—”
I cut him off.
“You believed a forged piece of paper over your wife. Over your child’s mother.”
“You didn’t just abandon me—you abandoned her.”
He asked me to come back. He said he’d fix it. That he’d thrown his mother out of the house.
But I had already made my choice.
