Chapter 6

I sighed as I walked into the diner and sat in a booth. I can’t believe I was meeting with my father, assuming he even showed up. The waitress said, “Hello, my name is Briana. What can I get you, dear?” I smiled at her,

“Sweet tea, please,” I told her, then she went to get my drink. I sat there and looked over the menu when I heard my name,

“Sophia,” I looked to see my father; his dark hair had grayed over the years.

“Hi, Dad,” I said, motioning for him to sit across from me.

“How have you been?” He asked me; I smiled,

“I’ve been fine.” I replied, “I’m only here for Christmas, and then I’m heading home.” His brow raised in curiousness,

“Where do you live now?” I wasn’t sure if I should answer but decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

“New York.” I said, “I’ve been living there for the last six years.” Dad seemed surprised,

“So, you and Chris, you’re not,”

“No,” I interrupted, “we’re not together. We haven’t been in s