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Getting out of the truck, I dragged the bags
to Dad’s house.
I knocked.
“Kevin’s ho…”
Brittany opened the door, her smile fading.
“What are you doing here?”
She was wary.
“Brittany, who is it?”
Dad’s voice.
^
He saw me, my bags, and paused.
“Ashley?”
“What’s…”
He stopped.
“Why didn’t you call first?”
“Oh, I forgot, you don’t have my number.”
Brittany looked at me like I was the enemy.
I was scared.
Dad would kick me out for Brittany.
I forced tears.
<
“Dad, Mom kicked me out, I had to come to
you…”
It worked.
Dad picked up my bags.
“Ashley, I’m your dad, no need to be like
that.”
“Even if your mom and I are divorced, you
always have a place here.”
