Darling,
nineteen
"Can I ask you something?" he asks into the phone, looking around tiredly. He doesn't take notice to any of the people, not even the small child who pushes against his leg to run past.
"Sure, buddy," William responds.
"Why do you think my parents didn't tell me about my dad?" He kicks a twig into the grass, waiting patiently for a response. He yawns, taking note of the fact he hasn't slept much the past few nights.
On the other end, William ponders the question seriously, not quite sure what to say. "I guess maybe they thought they were protecting you."
"Oh," he sighs. "Okay." His heart sinks.
"Sure, buddy," William responds.
"Why do you think my parents didn't tell me about my dad?" He kicks a twig into the grass, waiting patiently for a response. He yawns, taking note of the fact he hasn't slept much the past few nights.
On the other end, William ponders the question seriously, not quite sure what to say. "I guess maybe they thought they were protecting you."
"Oh," he sighs. "Okay." His heart sinks.