Chapter 228

I sat down across from him, glad that one of the few facts I knew about my father's relationship with his parents was that he used the Hebrew terms for mother and father with them.

David, or rather, Nathan, broke into rapid French.

"English, please," I said in my best approximation of my dad's voice. Reasonable Facsimile Dad had actually come in handy for once.

A server approached us, but I sent him away politely, saying we needed a moment.

"I haven't seen you in years and you bring me here under false pretenses?" he said.

I made myself comfortable. "I haven't seen you in years and you sneak into town under an assumed name to blackmail my ex and my daughter?"

A muscle in his jaw ticked. "Your mother died. You disgraced her memory by not being there."

I didn't rise to the bait, sitting quietly to see how he'd fill the silence.