My Step Father, My Desire
he answers.
Relief washes over me, but it’s small. “About time. Tell me what you found.”
A baby cries in the background, and I frown. Ben’s not the family guy I ever imagined. “Is that a baby crying?” I ask, surprised.
“Yeah, my niece. I’m babysitting.”
I laugh, the sound unexpected, but it feels good to hear. Ben babysitting? It’s almost funny, especially with everything going on. “That must be rough.”