Dinner was already set out on the dinner table, though there were only two meals. Theo was only here to serve in a security capacity, not as a guest.
Tonight’s menu consisted of lobster ravioli and a side Caesar salad. My mouth would normally be watering by this point were it not for the fact that my father was such terrible company. If I dug in the way I usually did, he’d no doubt make a comment about my table manners or lack thereof. That was my whole life growing up with him.
Never perfect. I was always doing something wrong.
“How have you been finding things?” he asked me, taking a sip of his white wine. He didn’t offer me anything, so I stuck with water. I definitely could have used something alcoholic to numb the experience.
“Things are fine,” I said. “My art program’s going grea
