He went from looking like he wanted to inflict pain on me to letting out a sigh and pulling me into an embrace. I tried to pull back, to struggle, but he was too strong so I eventually went limp. I didn’t hold him back but I did start to feel a lump in my throat and then a little bit like I was going to melt into him. He let go before I fell apart and got on the bike. I got on behind him and fastened my hands around his waist loosely. He revved it up and then we were off so fast that I had no choice but to hold on tighter. I figured he did that on purpose.
The drive was good for my rage, I think. I settled down a bit. My mind was still plagued with thoughts of my Dad’s betrayal and I felt it in my gut but didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to let it fully register that my father s
