And that brought her back to the reason of all this pain. Her father. When Honey was only three years old, her father had abandoned her and her mother. Now here he is, twenty years later, and he thinks he can just prance right back into her life. Tell her who to date. Tell her she is too dumb. Show her how to live her life.
Honey had just about enough of it. To her, he was a stranger. A lonely old man who had abandoned his family. Who did he think he was, telling Blake he was a failure, and then kicking him out? It was her life, and she intended to do whatever she pleased.
“Ring, ring, ring!” Ugh, not the phone. Not now. I’m not ready to talk to anyone. Honey reluctantly picked up the telephone. “Hello?” “Hello Ms. Brown. This is Andrew, from the police department. I would like to have a word with you reguarding a Mr. Michael Brown.” What had her father done? Why are the police calling her? “May I ask why?” Honey was begining to breath heavily. “There has been an accident.”