Chapter 40
Sam fussed about the kitchen, rearranging scones on the plate, pretending to be busy. Charlie got off the phone, her face ashen. ‘He wants to meet me.’ She looked so unsure, like a scared rabbit. She looked about twelve.
‘What do you want to do?’ asked Sam. ‘That’s the important thing.’
‘I haven’t a clue,’ said Charlie. ‘Part of me hates him – a big part.’ Sam nodded. She felt the same way. ‘But part of me is dying of curiosity. You know our father, Sam. You always have. I want that chance.’
It had been a week since Faith dropped her bombshell. Sam was almost as confused as Charlie. Dad was flying home. He was sorry, he said. Wanted to make amends. Wanted his wife back. Wanted to make it right — for his daughters, for Faith, for Mary . . . but how to atone for a lifetime of
