“ But I want to attend tonight's dinner party,” I pleaded with him.
Wearing a look of disapproval, he shook his head.
I felt like a teen again. But differently. I have an actual dad now.
“ I don't want it to seem like I'm on the run.”
“ Hazel—”
" If I leave, my sister's narrative about me will take root. I have to go.”
He heaved a deep sigh and grunted. “ A night it is, but I'm going with you.”
“ I was going to ask,” I giggled. “ Thank you."
I took my time mending the torn dress. With one sleeve gone, I adjusted the neckline to slant from the remaining sleeve down the other armhole. I pricked my finger for the umpteenth time, trying to shake off the pestering arms of grief off my shoulders.
I will be leaving this country tomorrow. I will be leaving this apartment along with the me
