@rose-archer
Fortune had searched around town for her daddy before she eventually gave up and walked back home. It wasn’t unusual for him to stay out all night or even days but that didn’t mean she didn’t worry about him. She knew that the loss of her mother had hit him hard too. She just didn’t know how to say it. Most of their time together ended up in a fight, him too drunk to sign correctly and she unable to put up with his antics. Instead of locking herself inside the small trailer or going to sleep, Fortune had spent the last hour sitting outside waiting for his return. She wanted to talk to him, knowing she really couldn’t, and it frustrated her to no end. She probably couldn’t sleep even if she tried.
She didn’t hear the disheveled Roosevelt coming home after doing god’s know what until he nearly stepped on her. Angry and wanting an explanation, Fortune sat up and shoved her daddy with as much force as she could muster. What had he been doing? Where was he at? Who was he with? And most importantly, Had he thought of her at all?