“No.” His voice cracked. “We should’ve tried harder.”
“It’s been three years.”
“I know. We sent two letters through a law firm.”
I thought of my kitchen drawer full of unopened envelopes.
“What do you want?”
“It’s been three years.”
“My father is dying. The doctors give him weeks.”
“I’m sorry.”
In reality, I didn’t care.
“Meredith and I want Ellie to meet him before he goes.”
“And your father?”
“He says he doesn’t want to.”
In reality, I didn’t care.
“Then why did you come?”
“Because we think he’s lying. To himself.”
“Explain.”
“He’s stubborn. Proud. He’s carried something for years, and he won’t tell us what. We think he wants her, but he can’t forgive himself.”
“So you’re doing this behind his back.”
“Then why did you come?”
