knows how much this situation is upsetting me.
But he doesn’t. He just looks at my father with a
cold stare and when I start to fear the worst, he
simply says: “All of me. I will give her all of me.
It’s the only thing she needs right now.”
My father raises his hands to the heavens
exhaustedly then looks at me. “I’d like to talk to
you in private, Erin. Maybe tomorrow, when
things have calmed down a bit.”
He leans over, gives me a kiss on the cheek and
leaves, leaving us in this apartment which
suddenly feels too tight and too silent.
Patrick
I take a few deep breaths to calm the rage I’m
feeling right now. Okay, it’s all right. He found out
Erin is pregnant and I told him the baby was mine.
I understand it’s a shock, a surprise, whatever you
want to call it. But what I didn’t hear was one
word of support, comprehension or love come out
of his mouth. What the fuck? Not even a ‘how are
you doing?’, how about a ‘you okay?’ or maybe a
‘are you and the baby well?’
Nothing.
I turn slowly to look at her. Her eyes are fixed
on the door her dad just walked out of. I let her
hand go and start to walk away when she grabs my
wrist and literally throws herself in my arms. This
time I don’t hesitate even a second to pull her
towards me.
“I’m so terribly sorry for the things he said,”
