(Jeremy’s POV)
One year.
April was being very generous by giving my sister that much time to turn things around. I only hope she will.
I knew my Dad would want to speak with April, so I hung back a bit and let him go first. But once everyone had their say and began leaving, I went over to her. “April?” I said her name quietly, not wanting to seem pushy.
She turned to me, a smile already on her face, and said, “Hey Jer. I thought you’d left with your Dad. Is he alright?” That’s one of the things I love about her. She’s one of the most caring people I know.
I think it both helps and hurts when she has to pass judgment this way. Her profound sense of justice seems to be tempered by her compassion and big-heartedness. “Yeah, he’s fine. I think he’s relieved more than anything.” I told
