CHAPTER NINETEEN
I was helping Veronica in the kitchen, listening to her go on and on about her own recipes while we prepared mashed potatoes with pork for lunch. She was so talented in cooking and I would have loved to listen to her all day but my phone rung, my father’s name flashing on the screen. A smile crept up my face as I answered it.
“Dad,” I could not hide my joy. When you grow with your parents being more of friends than parents, then one had to miss them every breathing second you are away from them.
“There is my sweet, little kid. How have you been? We are really sorry about being unable to attend the wedding,” Typical dad.
“Well, you do not have to worry about that. Still crazy over there?” I changed the topic. Dwelling over my marriage to that asshat was not ex
