Lost and Found Father. Sheri WhiteFeather

But asking him would be worse. It would prove that she cared, and she didn’t want to care.

      Ryan glanced in the rearview mirror and said to Kaley, “Are you texting?”

      “No. Twittering,” came the reply. “About us.”

      “Us?” He sounded pleased.

      “You, me and Victoria. I’m letting my followers know that I’m hanging out with both of my birth parents this week.”

      He smiled. “That’s cool.” He looked at Victoria. “She’s Twittering about us.”

      “That’s what they do these days.” She didn’t mind being the subject of her daughter’s tweets, except that she was being linked with Ryan.

      “Do you Twitter?” he asked her.

      “Yes. But not personal things. I use my account for business.”

      “Maybe I should open an account.” He shot another glance in the mirror. “I could follow you, Kaley.”

      “That would be great,” the teen said.

      Nothing about this was great, Victoria thought. Except that it was making Kaley happy, she amended. That was extremely important. That was the whole point.