it.”
“No. I was thinking you’re finally doing the math.”
She looked down.
After a moment, she said quietly,
“I was horrible to you.”
I didn’t answer.
She continued.
“When Mom died, Dad was alone for years. Then you appeared, and suddenly he was traveling again. Remodeling things. Laughing more.”
“That made you angry?”
“It made me scared.”
“Of losing him?”
She continue reading …