Franklin knocked on the door and nervously waited until it opened to reveal an African-American woman about his own age. At first he thought he was staring at a ghost. Perhaps Merlissa had chosen to haunt him as punishment until he embarrassingly remembered the truth.
“Medea,” he greeted.
She eyed him with a frown but her eyes also sparkled with amusement so he wasn’t certain if she was glad to see him or upset. Finally she said, “You are a bit late to the party, but they’ve been waiting a long time for you to come home.”
Franklin frowned and nodded. He could only imagine the stories Aubrey had been told about him and why he was never in her life. Hopefully they weren’t the same stories he heard about his own absentee father. There was a pain in his chest at the thought. No wonder she w
