CHAPTER FOUR
I pulled on a pair of fresh jeans and a pullover sweater, then called my father before doing the only thing I could to keep my mind occupied: work. To my relief, my father was unaware of anything that had happened to me. I didn’t tell him because I didn’t want to upset him. For most of the conversation, I asked him questions about things he had already shared before. I could detect the joy in his voice as he spoke. I missed the father I’d known. I could identify with Elliott’s story about his father. Mine had also been the strong, assured man that I modeled myself after. He’d been all I had after my mother died. I missed him.
When I hung up, I thought about the next time I would visit him. What would it be like to bring Elliott and Dane along with me? My father, before deme
