Chapter 321

The mention of my father makes me want to punch a hole in the wall.

I don’t even remember what he looked like. He was never in the picture for me. Always ignored me from the moment he learned I was… defective. Days would go by when I would only hear his voice, and months would pass before I’d see him—if at all—by mere coincidence.

“You know what?” I wish I could hide the disgust and hatred I feel for this woman from my face or my tone. But I can’t. I hate her. That’s a fact. And merely looking at her makes me want to throw up. That’s a fact, too. “Why don’t you save this speech for someone else—someone who might at least pretend to be interested—and come to the point? My son. Where the hell is he?”

“And I already told you. He’s in good hands. Not in any kind of danger, like you’re obviously hoping for.”

“Well, good hands aren’t enough!” I snarl, barely able to keep my fury in. “Bring him out. I want to see him.”

“And do what?” she asks, tipping her head as if no one’s as innocent as s