Aniyah’s POV
I stared at the phone that I still gripped in my hand, worry flowing through me. What had happened, a week ago he had been desperate to live with me, taken every opportunity to mention me moving in, now he was decorating the spare room so the baby and I could sleep over occasionally?
I’d been worried after he dropped me off at my dorms from the disastrous visit to my mother’s house. Tried not to read to much into his declaration of not being like my father. Guilty people protest the loudest, had tried to worm its way into my mind, but I’d forced it down.
Then when he hadn’t turned up at college for two days, I had gotten even more nervous and finally decided to ring him, just to make sure he was OK.
He did say to bring clothes though, he wouldn’t want me to have personal
