I’m glad you’re here,” he says. “But can I ask why?”
I feel a hitch in my chest and have to fight off the waves of emotions that are battering me inside. My dad reaches across the table and takes my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. His smile is soft and warm and makes the dam inside me break. I wipe away the tears that spill from the corners of my eye and draw in a deep breath, taking a moment to gather myself.
