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"I'm calling him." I announced.

Cliff looked up from his book, a bit surprised by my sudden outburst. We had been sitting in silence, Cliff staring at his book and me staring at my father's note.

"Are you sure?" Cliff asked.

It had been days since my father left, and I had been going back in forth in my head, wondering what I should do. I thought for a few more seconds and finally responded, "Yes, I'm sure."

Cliff nodded. "That's probably for the best. You can't let him think he can just get away with whatever he wants."

"Well, that, and…" I let my eyes wander down the note again, "I want to know if he's really getting help."

"Good idea." Cliff agreed.

I took a deep breath and started towards the door, but Cliff stopped me by gently taking my hand and turning me back around.

"It'll be okay." He promised, kissing me.

"Thanks." I smiled, once he pulled away.

I stood by the bar in the inn, anxiously listening to the phone ring. Part of me wanted him to pick up the phone already, and the other part of me was still hoping he was the coward he had always been, and would be too afraid to answer.

I was about to hang up when I heard a click on the line.

"Hello?" It was him.

"Um…h-hey." I stuttered.

He instantly recognized my voice. "Gray?" He said quickly, obviously anxious to talk to me. His voice became softer. "How are you?"

Fine now that you're gone. My head told me to say, but I ignored it. I wasn't looking to start a fight. "Fine." I answered instead.

We were both quiet. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know this man. He had only been a part of my life for a small amount of time.

I was saved the trouble of thinking of something to say when my father began talking. "Look, Gray, I'm really sorry. I know that doesn't mean much to you, and I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I do want you to know that it's true. I'm really, really, sorry."

I was speechless. How was I supposedto respond to that?

"I love you," he continued, "and I hope you're happy. I really do. I know your grandfather is taking very good care of you…much better than I ever could have."

"Yeah, he is." I stated, bitterness in my voice. "He would never even think of hurting me."

"I know," My father said quietly. He paused for a few moments before speaking again. "I'm getting help. I know it's a little late now, but I really am. Once I'm better, maybe I could come see you…?"

I didn't respond. I didn't know if I wanted him in my life anymore.

"You don't have to answer now," He added quickly. "I don't blame you if you don't want to see me, and I wouldn't want to come back until I'm sure I wouldn't…" His voice got quiet, "hit you again…but, maybe you can think about it? I want to be a good father for you."

"Yeah, I'll think about it." I answered. Truthfully, I did miss my father a little bit, although I wouldn't admit it out loud.

"Thank you…" He whispered. "I…have to go. But you can call me anytime, okay? I love you, Gray."

"Yeah, okay," I muttered. "Goodbye."

"Bye."

The line went silent and I hung up the phone, thinking about the conversation we had just had.

Is he really getting help? I wondered. There was no way to tell if my father was lying or not. Does he really want to see me? I sighed. Does he really love me?

"Gray?" Doug said, stepping out of the kitchen. "Are you all right?"

I slowly nodded, not bothering to remove the frown off my face. "Yeah," I answered truthfully. "I'll be fine."