He Told Three Different Lies So No One Would Check on My Son. Then His Own Children Found the Note on the Fridge
Chapter 6 — Sorry for What, Baby?
The store manager handed the phone back to him.
I heard him breathing before he said anything.
“Sweetheart?” I said.
“Mom.” His voice was so small.
“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what, baby?”
“For bothering you.
