As we walked down the hall, hand-in-hand, I could tell that Andrew’s mind was still on the fight. I leaned against him, hoping that the reminder of my presence would ease his worries some. Deep down, I knew that it would do nothing in the face of the rift between him and his daughter.
“Shouldn’t you be at work?” he asked, not unkindly. “You’re very late.”
I shook my head.
“It’s my day off.” I paused. “What about you?”
“I decided to work from home today.”
A mischievous smile overtook my face.
“Well, since it’s my day off and you’re ‘working from home,’ maybe you should play a little hooky and spend the day with me.”
Andrew stopped mid-step and looked down at me.
“You mean s
