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And this rude, mean thing wasn’t my kid.

This was Constance’s doing.

Constance was a pain in my fucking ass, as well as being very high maintenance. She also had that poor, pitiful me attitude.

There were times, like right now, that I wanted to point to this person she’d turned our daughter into so I could show her how stupid she was.

Still is.

When I’d been there, Attie had been a wonderful, sweet, caring little girl.

Now she was…whatever the hell she was.

Annoying was what I liked to call it.

“I hate you,” Attie promptly hung up.

“Well, that went well,” I muttered darkly.

I looked up to find Aspen’s eyes on me.

They didn’t look sad or even sympathetic. They looked almost aggravated. Angry.

“Was that your ex?” She asked.

I shook my head.

“No,” I pushed my phone back into my pocket. “That was my daughter.”

“Your daughter said she hated you?” She gasped.

“Yep.”

Chapter 7

To really get to know a person, you should get them to use a computer with dial-up internet to get a good judge on their character.

-Aspen’s secret thoughts

Aspen

Dinner had been nice.

I’d burned it a little bit, but as long as you didn’t scoop too deep, it was fine.

What wasn’t fine, however, was the way Drew was still…sad.

He looked almost defeated since his daughter had phoned.

“Do you want to play cards?” I wiggled my brows.

He looked at me strangely.

“What kind?” He held out his hand.

I handed him the deck, and he grinned at the picture of my cat that was on the front of it.

“Those are cute,” he grinned.