Chapter 13
“Dad.”
“Olivia.” His voice lowered immediately. Sweetened. “It’s good to hear your voice.”
I’d seen this side of my father many times during my childhood. This was his dining-with-donors facade. He could be affable when he wanted to be. I refused to fall prey to the sleight of hand.
“Now’s not a good time.”
“Your first big trip, eh? Nervous?”
By this point, Madison, Val, and I had reached the McDonalds entrance. I watched Madison slip past me to join the other students, tensed as I tried to listen to her conversation with one ear and my own with the other. I needed to stick by my student and make sure she didn’t spin a wild tale....
“Dad. Why did you call?”
“Well.” He cleared his throat. “Justine mentioned she’d set up an appointment for you. The GPS tracking on your cel
