Imogene Scott

My heart clenches as I try to understand why on earth my father would reach out to me after so many years. For the past three years that I was gone from LA, he never tried to find me. Even way before that, he stopped contacting me when Damien and I got married. So it’s been approximately eight years.

Why now?

“Hello?” a voice comes from the other end of the line, hoarse and low.

I force myself to hold back the pain that claws at my insides. The pain of hearing my own father’s voice after so many good years.

“Hi.” I say slowly.

“It’s me, Imogene.”...