“He came and saw you at work, didn't he?” She asked apologetically, cradling my sleeping sister to her chest in a soothing rhythm. “I tried to warn him not to, I don't even know how he found out you worked there.” “He'll have asked Grandma.” The only reason my father ever came back to England was to see his mother. Surprisingly, my mother and I also retained a good relationship with her. It was expected that everything we told her, she'd tell my dad. We were the only real change in her life at the nursing home she resided in on the outskirts of the city. “I suppose. He didn't do anything, did he?” She gave me a once over. “He seemed incredibly angry when he called here earlier.” I frowned, also giving my mum a quick inspection. I doubted he would have done anything, but I honestly barely knew the man. It wouldn't have been too surprising. “No, he was just demanding to know who the father was.” My mum let out a ragged sigh. “Of course he did. I don't know what his problem is.
