Willow

© 2021 by Ireland Rea. All rights reserved.

“What do you know about that?“ he questioned. A beat of silence went by as I determined if I was going to actually list everything I knew, that’s aint even what I came for. I wanted answers now and my patience was running thin.

“Enough.” I shrugged. “I want the truth, you at least owe me that. You owe it to me to give me straight answers.”

I stared steadily in his eyes for him to know how serious I was. Staring into his face caused all the emotions I suppressed to come back up. All the anger or hurt I’ve ever felt or questioned to feel, set comfortably in my gut making me feel nauseous.

He nodded slowly. “Okay.”

“When I was seventeen I met your mom. She worked at the local movie theater. I actually met her on a date with this other girl. No one who was important. She dated the whole block.” He shrugged.

I stayed silent for him to continue.