CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO: Selfish and Selfless

The car stopped in front of a huge white house, the Harrison’s. Nothing has changed. It still looked sinister from the outside but the aura of lost souls increased. The man in the garden, the woman in the window, the kids on the terrace, and the old man at the racking chair were all still there.

“I’ll be the one to pick you up. Call me anytime, Serra.” He handed me a box. I accepted and opened it. It was a newly released brand new phone. “Amanda’s number and mine are there,” he said.

I nodded and went out of the car. “Thank you for this.” I raised the box. “And for the ride too.”

“No need to thank me, Serra. You are my daughter.” His expression remained the same, flinty.

I nodded again and closed the door. I waved as he drove away. My lips automatically curved a smile. My daughter, two words but were enough to make me happy. What Amanda told me about his father, our father, was different from what I see. She said that they have a little time together, that they rarely eat together