[thorne]
I smirked. “Don’t ever compare me to you, dad. You might be my father, but you and I will never be the same,” he scoffed on the other line. “Said the one who took the person in my place,”
A line etched on my forehead. “Place what?”
“That resthouse.”
“You’re insane. I’m not buying your lies—”
“Then tell me why your mom always go there whenever we have fights? That resthouse I built it for her. That’s where we first made love—”
“Asshole,” I said through gritted teeth. Dad’s chuckle on the other line irked me to filth. “I’m not asking you to believe me. If your mom was just alive, she’d agree with my words,”
I contemplated his words. Dad may be a f*****g bastard. But he never lied to me. His mouth had no filters at all. He’s was unbothered whether his words were hurtful or
