Chapter 4It was a gorgeous Sunday in June. Theo and I had found this little restaurant within walking distance from where we lived. Charmaine featured outdoor dining, and we were sitting at one of those bistro tables, having brunch there.
“I’m still sending him a Father’s Day card.” I picked at a sticky bun and braced myself for Theo’s objections. He’d gone all these years without his family, and he’d whispered in my ear one night that he’d go through it again if it meant I wouldn’t have to, but that didn’t mean he’d ever forgive my grandparents enough to agree with me sending them cards for the various holidays.
“All right. But you know the odds are he’ll probably throw it out without even opening it.”
“Yes, I know.”
“How long will you keep it up?”
I hunched a shoulder. “They’ll alwa
