Chapter seventy-one: Her father

"No! Piccola mia, sono io." (No! My baby, it's me.)

"Dad?"

At first, I thought I was just playing by my own ears or I was just imagining his voice, but when I heard him speak again, I suddenly crumpled up the paper on my desk without realizing that it was the attendance sheet that Craig given to me this morning. 

"How are you, my Belle?"

"H-How did you know my number? Where did you get my number?" I asked him, clenching my teeth as the memories and pain of the past rose slowly to my chest and made me struggle to catch my breath. 

"I got it from your friend, I mean I ask him."

"Whose friend of mine are you talking about? Is it Bryan?"

"Belle---"

"Is it from Bryan?"

"Yes, but I told you I asked him to give me your number, so please, don't be mad at him."