I peeked at him. One of his hands was trapped beneath his stomach while the other reached for me as I tried to escape. I snuck out of the bed then tiptoed into the bathroom. A fugitive in the making.
My dad was calling. And I knew he wasn’t calling to check on me. He was. He would check on me. But he would check on his mission first. His mission had to come first.
“Hey Papa,” I greeted, peeping out the bathroom door to make sure Mason was still asleep.
“Hello, Bambi. Have you gotten it?” Dad’s gravel voice filled my ear once I picked up the phone.
“No, dad. But I’m working on it, “ I assured him. His heavy sigh filled the phone making my heart skip.
I was disappointing him. I could feel it. I could actually hear it from a single sigh. My dad was getting antsy with the missio
