My Father Knew Him the Second He Stepped Into Frame

head come up.

He took a sip of coffee. “Your father called the office at 7:06 this morning.”

Carla said, flat as a table, “Twice.”

I shouldn’t have enjoyed that.

I did.

Daniel set the cup down. “He said he was your father. He said there’d been a misunderstanding and that your family and mine should discuss ‘next steps.’”

I actually closed my eyes for one continue reading …