Being Forgetful and All

Connor

I stopped my car in the parking lot of the supermarket. For a long time I wanted to go in and get a few things to munch out back home. Edward's fridge was always stocked up with food but sometimes I wanted something different.

It definitely wasn't a need and I had to admit I was mostly doing it to buy time. I had been holding my phone for the past twenty minutes with my thumb just hovering over Dads contact. I wanted to call him but I hadn't seen since the last time.

I instantly flinched, feeling the burn on my cheek. We spoke via emails most times. Mostly about work. Dad being my manager was tough. He micromanaged everything and there wasn't a stone I could turn without him knowing that I was thinking about it.