“The truth? What truth? That your family is slowly trying to erase your memory?” If he truly thought that, he was dumber than a sack of s**t.
“That they were better off without me,” he said quickly, as if baiting an argument.
“You can’t honestly believe that!”
“You didn’t know me when I was alive.”
Yeah, he had a point, but I would have wanted to. There seemed to be more to the soldier than just his sterile, macho exterior. “I know the little girl at that house. She’s in love with a vision of her daddy. It doesn’t matter if is really you, or just a compilation of stories. You daughter will never forget you.”
“Fine. I’ll go back to the house. I just need a little time.”
“Ok,” I said, giving his hand a squeeze. That was all I could ask for. “We have all the time in the world.” With my
