MYKEL

My father pissed me off. It was too late to fill the father of the year role.

He’d been so persistent in being in my life again when he knew I didn’t need him anymore. He missed that chance a long time ago. When I needed him the most, he wasn’t there.

“Mykel.” He extended his hand.

“Dru.” I shook his hand just for the sake of the formality and this event, and I couldn’t change the fact that he was still the sperm donor.

“Lyra wants to meet you, Mykel. Give her a ...