you hated me for what happened.”
“I never received a single call from you, Dad,” I said, keeping my voice perfectly level. “Not one. Tasha checks my personal logs daily. Mother had your private phone line rerouted through her office switchboard ten years ago. Every letter I sent you was intercepted and burned before you ever saw the envelope.” TrackPregnancy
Richard spun toward Eleanor, horror dawning in his eyes. “Eleanor… is that true?”
Eleanor stayed silent. She seemed unable to. She stared at the floor, her hands trembling against her