Finding Dad

I called him. I had not seen or talked to him since I was
twelve. I picked up the phone frantic with desperation. I needed some answers.
I had already used my other resources—men, family, jobs, friends, and writing
all in hope of figuring out who I am. Even if he had said no, I would have gone
anyway. But God, how badly I wanted to hear him say yes. And he did.

Learn more about this–not having a dad–in my novel, The Gentlemen’s Club: A Story for All Women

www.amazon.com/author/beckydue

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