Before heading to the family court, Franklin stopped by the dialysis center first.
My dad had just finished his follow-up checkup, and he was sitting on a bench in the corridor waiting for me.
Franklin sat down next to him and called him.
My dad didn't answer.
After a long while, my dad finally spoke, his voice quiet. "Do you know that every time Camille comes to see me, she stands in the stairwell for a while before coming in?"
Franklin shook his head.
"She's wiping her tears away."
My dad went on, "She only comes in after she's dried them, and she's all smiles the second she steps through the door. She tells me she's doing well, that you treat her well.
"For 3 years, she never said a single bad thing about you in front of me. I always thought she really was doing well."
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