Faith's Pov
The room smelled of dust and old sadness. I sat on the edge of the motel bed, the thin mattress dipping under my weight. This was my hiding place. A room with yellow walls and a window that didn’t close all the way. I thought I was safe here, but I was wrong.
My phone rang, a sharp sound in the quiet room.
I didn’t want to answer. I don't even understand how my dad noticed that I took it with me. But a deep, terrible feeling in my gut told me I had to.
I pressed the phone to my ear and answered because it could be an emergency.
“Hello?”
Hearing the voice of the man that I was not expecting to be the one on the phone was alarming.
But before I could say anything, he surprised me.
Tears already pricked my eyes. Because he cannot be capable of what he just told me.
"No."
