The Garage Christmas: A Father, a Son, and the Dog Who Stayed

“Thank God.”

I didn’t say God’s name.

I said, “What’s going on?”

A long exhale.

“Someone posted a video of you at the diner,” he said. “It’s everywhere.”

“I know.”

“Jessica posted a response,” he rushed on. “She said you stormed out because you hate her and you’re bitter and you were trying to sabotage our dinner.”

I shut my eyes.

“She said that?”

“She—look,continue reading …