But we'll Skype anyway

#Chapter19 But we'll Skype anyway

/"Hailey,/" I stir in my sleep as I hear faint knocks at my door. I mumble nonsensical words under my breath as I'm still under the deep spell called sleep.

The light streaks pierce the window class and the small opening of my curtains allow a bright light to brighten up a small portion of my big room.

/"Hailey? Breakfast's ready,/" I hear my dad's voice at the other side of the door.

My dad's barely home due to business, but whenever he is here, he makes sure to spend enough time with his family as possible.

He's the co-owner of a huge merchandise company known all over the states and also in few parts of Africa. The owner of the company is Mr Wilder, yes, Tristan's father.

Isn't that great? Not.

/"Okay-- I'm comi....ng...u--um,/" I mumble.

/"Okay,/" he lets out a soft chuckle.