“Return to sender – address unknown. No such number. No such zone,” the radio blares.
It’d almost be funny, if I wasn’t staring at the large envelope in my hands, reading those very words over and over again, as I have ever since the mail arrived.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I wipe furiously at my eyes.
I’ve been trying to get in touch with my dad for months, but he refuses to acknowledge I even exist.
His last words to me before he kicked me out ring in my ears.
You are dead to me.
Soon, I will be.