For the entire week after I came home, I barely stepped outside my room.
I sat on my bed hugging my knees, staring blankly out the window for hours at a time.
The door opened softly. My dad walked in carrying a bowl of hot soup and set it down on the nightstand.
"Have some. Your mom used to make this soup all the time. I had the housekeeper follow her recipe."
The moment I looked at the bowl, my nose started burning.
"Dad..." My voice came out hoarse. "I'm sorry."
Gordon sat beside me without saying anything.
"You told me back then that he wasn't good enough for me. You said there was something wrong with the way he looked at people. But I didn't believe you."
I lowered my head as tears hit the back of my hands.
"I thought he really loved me. I thought he was the person I'd spend
