31 - Little Birdie

~Meadow’s Point of View~

I’d been on Ben’s balcony for over an hour alone, staring out into the water. I literally had resorted to desperate measures when the only thing I could think to do was talk to my dad.

*Daddy I don’t know if you can hear my thoughts or I’m just talking to the breeze. But damn it I need you. I need your wisdom, your help. Sometimes just having you listen made all the difference.*

Coral nodded in approval, but she just sighed. She felt helpless and I hated it. We were a puppet with someone pulling our strings.

She wasn’t happy I sent Ben away, but I wasn’t either. I didn’t know what I was doing anymore. Nothing made sense. But it wasn’t anyone’s fault, that’s what was so fucked up. I wasn’t sure I was even mad at the wife who was trying to ruin my life. I ruined hers first it seemed.

I’d spent most of the afternoon playing cards with mom, then I hit the playground with my nieces and nephews. There was always a flurry of activity around but I never really kne