He hasn't changed, then he'll get his own way in the end; he always does.
But a part of me thinks, what if he has? Isn't this what I've always wanted to see my mom and dad happy? I used to lie awake during the worst of their arguments, a pillow over my ears, and pray to God that he'd change. What if this is our only chance?
When Mom goes out to dinner with Layla on Friday, I go to Dad's hotel. I'm not sure why I do it, but I think I just want to sit face to face with him. I have so many doubts, thoughts, and feelings, and if I want a happy ending, I can't sit around waiting for it to fall into my lap; I have to take control.
My foot taps the entire way there. My body is vibrating as my fight-or-flight response kicks in. I shouldn't be afraid to see the man I refer to as my father, but
