“So, does he have a name?”
He stared at me from across the room. Beady eyes blinking once.. twice. He gave no answer.
“Does ‘Daddy’ have a name?” I repeated. Even though I’m certain he heard and understood my previous query.
Like before, he chose to keep mum. He swung his head to the side before hopping from his perch on my desk. I’m glad I tucked my things safely away earlier. He would have messed things up otherwise. He regarded me with those dark, dark eyes some more. Then, slowly, he padded off.
I stayed seated on my bed for a while longer, watching him make his way to the open door. I stood up
