Chapter 38: My Dad
The grin slips from my face as I step out onto the porch. The screen door slaps shut behind me with all the finality of a coffin lid—what the hell am I doing? I feel like a father who has to tell his son’s friends sorry, he can’t come out today, only it’s my dad I’m going to see, to tell him that he can’t play with Dan, the boy is mine. And what will he do, yell at me? Laugh? Or slip into his silent treatment and not talk to me, not acknowledge my presence—he’s better at that than Caitlin is, worlds better. When Henry Knapp is mad with you, you damn well know it. You cease to exist for him. Some days I don’t even need to make him angry to feel like I’ve already disappeared.
Outside, the sky is a deep denim blue, and dark, wispy clouds scurry away above the trees. The w
