She swallowed. “You made me feel like half of me was rejected.”
“I know.”
“Do you?” she asked. “Every Father’s Day project, every school form, every ‘Ask your dad’ — I thought he chose not to be there.”
My voice trembled. “I should have let you know him. I should have let you decide what hurt and what healed. I kept choosing you, but I was taking continue reading …
