Chapter 12

Before he steps out, he clasps my shoulder. “Would it be all right with you if I come for a visit sometime? I…uh…I’ll probably come alone.”

More unexpected behavior. More unexpected truths. Is my parents’ marriage rocky? But I push away the thought. “Yeah, sure,” I say, surprised to realize it’s also the truth. I wouldn’t mind seeing this version of my father again.

“Thank you. I’ll call you.”

After a squeeze to my shoulder, he’s gone, and with him, all the tension. I sink to the floor, my back against the door, knees pulled into my chest, my face hidden behind my palms.

What in the name of Bob Dylan just happened?