Willow
EVEN THOUGH I KNOW IT'S PURE COWARDICE, I SPEND THE REST OF THE day hiding out in Dominik's suite. I was shocked when he said I could leave this room, but I suppose I'm no threat to him, so there's no sense in keeping me locked up. Unlike Dad. I called him as soon as Dominik left. No answer. Texted him. No answer. I wish I could say that was unusual, but it's not. Dad gets too wrapped up in his own life to remember to return texts or missed calls. But finally, on the third phone call in as many hours, he picks up.
"Hi, honey."
I sag with relief. There was a subconscious part of me that expected to never hear him again, or at least expected to hear him sounding broken and hurt.
Instead, he sounds normal. Almost insultingly so. As if he hadn't just disappeared for a week, and left me to chase after him. He could have called me to let me know he was okay at any point the last few hours alone. "Are you okay, Dad? Did they mistreat you?"
