FORSAKEN SON-IN-LAW

CHAPTER EIGHTY

“Roland, can we talk?” I asked as I stood at the door.

He looked at me from his desk. He was reading something. A book. I never even bothered to ask him what he liked and what he wanted to do in his free time. What his favorite food was.

I have been also ungrateful toward the old man. He knew everything about me. Treating me like his son and making sure I’m well kept like my parents would have. He knows all my allergies and how to better cook my food. And here I was with nothing about the man. About his family, if he had any.

I don’t want to hear it from someone that he has one, and they were elsewhere when he was here saving me.

He gestured for me to take a sit.

“I know I have been a terrible child towards you. I should have been more considerate of what I did. I put not only myself and the two men in danger. But I did put you and Maria in danger as well. I made you worry about me. I’m sorry,” I spoke.

He cleared his throat, “you made not only me worried, Justine. I was terrified her