Chapter 91. The First Step

Melissa

Within the confines of my car, I let it all out. The hot tears, the sobs that clogged my throat tightly and waited for me to be alone before erupting.

I fought back the tears, angry that I was doing little in obliterating the emotional part of me. I disliked the fact that little things could still affect me when I was supposed to just shove it off and move on.

Maybe it was because I had high expectations which Dexter had successfully shattered.

I dug into my bag in search of my phone so I'd call the only one who genuinely cared about me. Simultaneously my phone rang with his name popping on the screen.

"Dad?" My lips trembled as I held back a sob.

"Melissa, are you alright? You sound broken. Didn't the meeting go well?" He asked worriedly.

He stayed back in Mexico, where his headquarters was situated, then made sure that everything I needed to have a successful stay here in California was provided for.

I didn't want to