#Chapter45
Redeemed
RIVER
/"Krew./" I barely heard myself saying his name. I was still processing that Krew helped my father got his life back, and now he was here chatting as if they were closed, making my brain cells dry.
/"River,/" he addressed me as if I was just a regular woman he met years ago.
/"What are you doing here?/" My throat constricted, making my voice come out small. I had so many questions I still wanted to ask him and Dad, but I doubted if I could get answers from him now that I was staring at him. I didn’t see any warmth other than endless dark through those gorgeous eyes.
/"He always came to visit me at least once or twice a month,/" it was Dad who answered. My jaw dropped.
/"I go to go, Brad. I have a flight to catch,/" he said to my father. /"Your tux will be deliver to you tomorrow. Call me if you need anything./"
/"Wait. Can we talk?/" I told Krew when he fixed the knitted scarf around his neck.