CHAPTER 6
"Hey Andrew, how are you doing, it's been quite long," I said trying to sound as cool as possible.
My voice was shaking despite my effort. I was pacing in my living room, holding the phone with both hands like it would fall. My eyes were red from crying. I hated to admit that I was the first to reach out after our last encounter. Our last encounter was not good. We had shouted. I had told him I never wanted to see him again. He had told me I was ungrateful. We had not spoken for six years.
Six years of silence and here I was, calling him because I had messed up and I needed him to find my niece.
"Honey, what do you want coz this is unusual, you never called me that name unless you wanted something, it must be very important." He said with a lot of pride and concern mixed in his voice. I could hear him smile through the phone. Andrew knew me. He knew all my tricks. He knew that when I called him Andrew instead of Andy, it meant I wanted something big.
There was a pause. I didn't know how to say it. How do you tell your ex, who you left because you couldn't handle his lifestyle, that you lost a baby?
"You know I still got your back no matter what so tell me, what can I do for you?" He asked softly and I could feel my cheeks warming up from my tears. His voice had changed, from prideful to soft, like he remembered who I was to him. That softness broke me.
"I need you to come to my house please, it is urgent and I can't discuss it over the phone, I'm hoping you're around, it won't take long, I promise." My voice was shaking as I said that and I didn't even try to hide it anymore. I was crying openly now.
"Pin the location, I'll be there in less than an...