A Bittersweet Dinner

My father’s voice dragged me out of my thoughts, and I put that lying cheater at the back of my mind.

Today was just for me and my father, I wanted to spend more time with him and that was all that mattered. He held my hand and led me inside the restaurant.

“Hello Mr Mercer,” the owner whom my father had called beforehand welcomed us.

“Hello Mr Phol, it’s been a while.” My father greeted and fell