see Laura after 1986?”
“No.”
The answer came too quickly.
I spread the sunflower sweater across his lap.
“She came back.”
Dad turned his face away.
That was all the confirmation I needed.
“When?”
His shoulders sagged.
“1992.”
The room suddenly felt smaller.
“Was she alone?”
“No.”
“She had a little girl.”
Dad shut his eyes.
“Dolly.”
His eyes opened again.
“You met her?”
“Yes.”
Something almost like relief crossed his face.
It made me furious.
“What happened?”
“Emelia, this was decades ago.”
“For you.”
I pulled a chair directly
