He was looking at me a little bit scared, his adam's apples were moving, and he was bouncing his left leg. Raking his hands through his hair once more before he stood up. Pacing the space in front of me he looked a little bit constipated.
Turning around he opened his mouth and then closed it again, continuing the ritual for a few more minutes he took the seat beside me again. "What did you hear?" his voice was scratchy, is he afraid that his secrets are out in the open, was he not going to tell me about her?
His daughter? The word sounded like acid on my tongue and I know that poor child has no hand in this, I was still feeling insecure. Stupid I know. Looking him square in the eyes I decided to tell him the truth.
"I know about your daughter," I couldn't keep the jealousy and hurt out of my voice, even after trying. Tears were forming in my eyes, my vision got a little blurred but I pushed them back with full force. This is not the time to cry or gain sympathy through your tears.
