*Oliver*
“Hey, Dad," Jolee said when I answered her call.
“You're late. I was expecting you home two days ago," I told her.
“I know. Mom had something she wanted me to do," Jolee explained.
“How long are you extending your stay?" I asked. I'd been keeping myself busy with Harper, but I always preferred having my daughter home. We got along well, and it gave her mother fewer excuses to try and get money from me.
“I'll be back tomorrow, okay?" she asked.
“Early or late?" I asked.
“Does it matter? I have a key. I can get in the house," she said, laughing a little. Sometimes, listening to my daughter talk, it seemed like Harper was so much older than her.
“I haven't seen you for a while. I'd like to catch up when you get back," I told her. Truthfully, I wanted to know when she'd
