Lysandra glanced at the door that led into the main room. "So where's your sister?" she asked.
"Downtown, with her friends," Cale said. "I don't have any clients coming in this afternoon that I know of. Do you want me to examine your memories again?"
She shook her head. "No. I'm done with that. I just need to figure out this 'memory chasm' I apparently have." She looked up and met his eyes again. "Cale, do you think you could come with me to see my father sometime?"
Cale pressed his lips together. Slowly, he shook his head. "No, I don't think I can, Lysandra. That's a job you'll have to do alone."
"That's right," Lysandra murmured. "Okay. Alone."
She blinked away the still-invisible tears.
Zephyr left Lysandra a note the next morning, but when Lysandra read it, she found that it apol
