I Let My Sister Talk Herself Into the Fire

I answered Colin first.

Yes. Freeze stays. Tacos still required.

Then I sat there looking at Dad’s name lighting up my screen again and again until it stopped.

Around four, he finally left a voicemail.

“Natalie. I… I should’ve understood more than I did.”

That was all.

Not an apology, exactly. Dad had never been good with complete versions of things.

I didn’t continue reading …