My Baby Daddy’s Father
All that I could think of was the way he held me…the way he talked me into everything, his voice soft and hard at the same time, urging me to let go.
“Are you alright, Sweetie?”
My cheeks burned red when I looked up and saw my dad watching me from the rearview mirror.
“Yes,” I smiled up at him.
He nodded, satisfied, and eased the car back onto the road.
My mystery man was making a mess of me, I needed a distraction. I rested my elbow against the window and looked at the moving scenery.
Greenmoss hadn’t changed much.