JORDAN
“Ava…” The father called out.
“I’m sorry about her. She has a nasty habit of airing her thoughts without actual thoughts,” the mom entered.
“It's okay.” I said, even when all I wanted to say was, what are you talking about?
"It's our pleasure to have you here. Though, my wife is right. We should have come to you a while back.”
“No, no, you don’t have to.”
“Still, we are grateful for everything you’ve done so far, for this family, for Genesis.” He added and I smiled, sadly. If only they knew.
“But if you don’t mind, is everything okay? With Genesis?”
“Yes…” I lied. My heart ached. They sounded so happy and looked so pleased, I felt horrible.
“Genesis is perfectly fine.”
"I can call you Jordan right?" Ava cut in.
"Yes you can," I replied, a smile on my lips. Sh
