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“Is your mom gone?”
“Yeah, man.” I recline on my seat. “I didn’t see you leave.”
“Yeah, I um… I snuck out the back.”
“Why?” I laugh.
“Because things always get intense between you and your mom, and I don’t like getting caught in the middle.”
“What? It doesn’t—” I stop. “Okay yeah, maybe you’re right.”
“What’s the problem this time? What did you do?”
“Why would you assume I’d done something?”
“Well, because I know Melissa. She’s so good and sweet, and you…you’re the devil’s spawn.”
“But that would mean she’s the devil, wouldn’t it, since she’s my mom?”
The line goes silent for a minute. I imagine Dylan kicking himself for using such a crappy analogy.
“Yeah,” he continues after a moment, “but you know exactly what I mean.”
“Well, I hate to disappoint you this time, but I didn’t do anything. She caused all the trouble.”
“Hmm.” Dylan pauses for a moment. “Anything I can help with?”
I haven’t filled him in about the real reason why I came to town. All Dylan knows is that I’m working on a new startup, and I’m not ready to drag him into the reality of my complicated life. Besides, Dylan is the all-forgiving type. He’s going to try to get me to forgive Andrews; something I can never do.
“Don’t worry about it, Dylan. It’s nothing I can’t handle.”
“Alright then.”
I shift in my seat. “So…anything interesting going on at Jessie’s?”
“Why would you assume I’m at jessie’s?”
I stay silent, brows quirked up. Dylan has been spending a lot of time at Jessie’s house these past few weeks. I don’t know if it’s because he’s still feeling guilty about forgetting her birthday or because he just loves spending time with her. But whatever it is, my best guess is that Kaylee is at her place.
“Okay… yeah, you’re right. I’m at Jessie’s but for good reason.”
“What’s that?”
“Well… she’s the love of my life. I want to spend as much time as possible with her.”
“Good for you dude.”
“Thanks.”
“Coming home anytime soon?”
“Nah, I think I’ll stay a bit longer.”
“Alright then. I guess I’ll see you later.”
“Yeah, sure.”
I hang up the call dropping the phone on the side of the couch. My gaze slides back up the wall clock overhead; my thoughts return to my initial problem. Barrett Andrews. Does he know that he has a son somewhere? Melissa only told me so much. When I asked her, she decided to leave. But if he knew of my existence, it would only prove how shitty of a person he actually is. Thirty-five years, and not once did he come and check on me. Even when he recruited Carl and me for his startup back in our college years, he didn’t mention a thing…and not just that. He still had the audacity to steal my startup idea.
