She did not say anything throughout our journey home, and I found that weird. I wondered if she knew Bryan, but I had not even given her his last name.
'How was it?' Amber came into my room later that day.
'How was what?' I feigned ignorance, mostly because I did not want to remember what had happened with Bryan.
'The meeting with your baby daddy, how was it? Was he anything like Mr. Cordero?' Her eyes widened.
I would have given anything for Bryan to be like Mr. Cordero. The latter was mature and he understood Amber's plight, but Bryan was a shallow thinker. He did not really care about the fact that I was raped. He only cared about the baby I fought so hard not to abort.
But I could not tell Amber that. Even though I did not want to appear like the one who got the short end of the stick when it came to baby daddys, I also did not want to lie.
'In wealth, yes. He's really rich and nice too.'
