Skylar: Before killing Justice
“And I’ll be contacting your father again and this time not by phone since he’s never available. Your grades have taken a nosedive and he hasn’t bothered to show up for any parent-teacher meetings. Why is that?” I hate the way he’s assessing me like a frog placed under a magnifying glass.
I bounce up from my seat, ready to leave even though a part of me wants to stay and grovel. “Try email.”
I’m out of his office before I hear his reply. Disrespect aside, I was this close to letting the truth unspool. Email? Sure, my dad replies, but it’s akin to reading a message typed out by a robot. I would know since I’ve sent him dozens and never gotten more than he always sends. It’s like he keeps pressing down on Gmail’s suggestions: How are you doing? And Hey, will message you later.
I talk to him on t
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