Sixty nine

Tristan pov

“Hey dad, Good morning.” I greeted as I walked out of it room, it looked like my dad was coming to my room.

“Tris, how are you?” He asked as we both walked downstairs. I could tell from the look of his face that he wants to have a conversation with me but I don't think I'm ready for that right now.

“I was about visiting you in your room.” Just as I thought he wants to have a conversation with me, how do I escape?

“Uhmm, is it very important because I have something important that I need to take care of.” I said to my dad trying to about having the conversation with him.

“Yes, it's very important.” I know there's always no way to escape my dad whenever he wants to talk to e. I followed him to the sitting room and we both sat on the couch.

“I'm all ears.” I said to him reluctantl. There was a short pause between the both of us. No one was saying anything to the other which was a little awkward.

“Dad, you're not saying anything.” I was slowly losing patience with this sile