disappear.”
He lowered his head.
“What do you want from me?”
“Nothing yet.”
“Lily gets to decide what she wants from you.”
“And you?”
“I’m still deciding whether the man who left me thirteen years ago is someone I want to know again.”
That evening, I gave Lily Carl’s number.
“I met him.”
Her eyes widened.
“You what?”
“I needed answers before I gave you this.”
“Did he give them?”
“Some.”
“And now?”
“Now it’s your choice.”
She looked at the number but didn’t pick up the paper.
Instead, she asked me to come upstairs with her.
In the room we still called the spare room, the walls were still painted Emily’s lilac.
“I feel sorry for him.”
I sat beside her.
“But I don’t know if I can look past it. Emily died. And then Dad left.”
She looked at me.
“I don’t understand how you lose one daughter
