by my house.

Part 2

For several seconds, I could hear one of the kids talking behind her.

Then Fiona said, “Fine. Enjoy your dinner while your family struggles.”

She hung up.

I stared at my phone.

Then I turned it face down.

The waiter approached cautiously.

“Everything okay?”

I looked at my still-warm dinner.

“Yes.”

For the first time in months, I meant it continue reading …