Amalia Anderson
The insistent ring on the phone woke me up. After the early conversation with Andrew and finally learning why he reacted that way, we cuddled on the couch and fell asleep in each other's arms.
I loved him even more now than I did the day before. He was not responsible for who brought him into life nor who his mother was, yet she showed up, messing his life up, and I didn´t like how helpless he felt about it.
"Answer it, kitten," he mumbled, with his eyes closed and his arm securing me into his body.
"It's my dad..." I muttered, and he opened one eye. "I asked him to send the plane, and I bet he wants to know what is going on?" I sighed, standing up, creating some distance between us.
"Answer him... If you must go back, I´ll go with you..." he shrugged his shoulder
