Arjun didn't know how long he sat there, staring at the untouched cup of coffee in front of him. His father had left twenty minutes ago, but the conversation lingered, curling around him like invisible smoke.
Myra finally broke the silence. "That could've gone worse."
He exhaled sharply. "Could've gone better too."
She slid into the seat across from him, resting her elbows on the table. "So? What now?"
Arjun leaned back, rubbing his temple. "I don't know. It's weird."
"Weird how?"
He gestured vaguely. "Having him there. Talking like nothing happened. Like he can just show up and expect me to be okay with it."
Myra studied him carefully before speaking. "You don't have to be okay with it."
"I know."
"But you also don't have to decide everything today."
That was the part he was str
