to ask.
Daniel placed his keys on the counter.
“You two already ate?”
“There’s more in the skillet,” I said.
He looked at the plates.
“You didn’t wait?”
“No.”
One word.
No accusation.
No bitterness.
Emma shifted slightly in her chair.
I turned back toward her.
“What happened after your professor changed the deadline?”
She continued explaining her project, although I noticed that she kept glancing at her father.
Daniel remained beside the counter.
Finally, he cleared his throat.
“I got in pretty late.”
I spread more jam across my
