Daddy.”
He looked confused.
“You are.”
That was it.
No music.
No dramatic speech.
A grocery aisle under fluorescent lights.
I bought the dinosaur cereal.
Cassandra later accused me of emotional bribery.
I denied everything.
In November, Evelyn Marsh asked to meet Cassandra.
I did not arrange it.
I only delivered the request.
Cassandra thought for three days.
Then agreed.
They met at a quiet café.
I did not attend.
When Cassandra returned, she seemed thoughtful rather than angry.
“How was it?” I asked.
“Hard.”
“Did she apologize?”
“Yes.”
“Did
