I laughed sarcastically. “Are you serious? I called you, Kelvin. I called you so many times. I sent messages—hundreds of them. But you never answered. You never responded.” I turned a glare to Patricia, my jaw clenched. “Or should I say, *you never got them*?”
Kelvin’s brow furrowed. “What are you talking about?”
“Oh, come on, Kelvin.” I glanced at Patricia, whose face paled slightly. “Ask your precious Patricia where your phone was. Ask her why she ‘helped’ you by making sure you were out of reach. Ask yourself why you’re an irresponsible father! And ask her why you missed your own daughter’s last request while she dragged you off on some ‘emergency’ vacation.”
His face twisted with confusion, then anger, as he looked at Patricia. “Is that true?”
