“Becca,” she said. “You’re back.” She knew who I was. All this time. “Is my dad home?” I asked. “I’m Maeve,” she said, holding out her hand. “It’s nice to officially meet you.”
1st of all: Not she knew who you were all along. & she allowed that man to not have any contact with/ his daughter ???? Seriously.😐
2nd of all: Bitch, READ THE ROOM ! I don’t care what your name is, MOVE !
