Chapter seven: Jonathan

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I contemplate telling him. I have the phone in my hand already, but…

I raise the bottle to my lips and swallow the rest of its bitter contents. As I clumsily set the bottle down, I make up my mind. I feel dizzy as I dial his number. I place the phone to my ear and wait for him to pick up.

“Who the fuck is this?!” he barks into the phone. His voice sends shivers down my spine, but I try to ignore it as I take out a new bottle and take a quick swig.

“Hello, father,” I greet. He chuckles into the phone and asks why I'm calling. I sigh and run a hand through my hair in frustration before taking another mouthful of the drink. “I've found her.”

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