~Maeve~
The presence of Noah doesn’t hinder the flow of conversation about my mother. I recount every detail regarding the meeting, telling my dad about mom’s request to meet with our half-brother. My dad takes it all like that man that he is, without interrupting me or making any of his feelings apparent. Josh patiently listens to me, although he knows what had gone down, while most of it is new information to Noah. The silence that follows my narration is deafening as we anticipate what our dad has to say. After a minute or two, my dad clears his throat and looks up at me.
“Josh and you are old enough to be making decisions for yourselves. I can’t and won’t prompt you to act a certain way. What you do with your mother, is entirely up to you,” he says. My dad looks convinced while
