Raul POV “Daddy, can we get some Ice Cream?”“Sure sweety,” It was going on five when we came out of McDonald's, and her mother was already a half-hour late.I dialed her number again and after the third ring a man’s voice picked up, “Is there some reason you keep calling my wife’s phone?”“There is. She is late to pick up our daughter, again.” Who the hell did this asshole think he was, anyway?“I will let her know,” Before I could reply he hung up on me.I picked up Mariella and carried her to the car. Once I had her buckled in safely in her booster, I map quested the nearest Ice Cream Parlor. There was one less than a mile away.“Daddy’s going to be right here outside the car. I need to find where we will get some Ice Cream.” I needed to call her mother b
Last Updated : 2020-08-30 Read more