Chapter 21
I sat in the passenger seat of my mother’s black suburban SUV and held the three containers filled with my father’s ashes.
“I didn’t realize there was so much of my dad to go around,” I said, making myself laugh.
Philip reached over into the passenger seat and rested his hand on my knee, the heat from his palm penetrating my pants. “How are you doing?”
I nodded, my fingers winding around the length of the bag, gripping it tightly, and praying for better times. “Fine, I guess.” I shook my head. “I was a fool in there.”
“You have a right to cry.”
“I miss my father.” My voice cracked.
Philip slid his arm around my neck. “Don’t fight it. Let it come.”
I forced a smile, but I didn’t feel happy. “I love you, P.”
“I love you, too, babe.”
I turned to him, my eyes hazy, misty w
