Chapter 107
I waited to see what he would do, if he would offer to hug me. He hesitated for a moment before holding out his hand, and I felt deflated.
“Sure, Poppa. Soon.”
They left, and I went into the dining room and began clearing the coffee cups off the table. Wills took the dessert plates and silverware into the kitchen.
“Your sister is nice.” He rinsed off a plate and put it in the dishwasher.
“She always was.” Although with seven years between us, we hadn’t hung out together or had mutual friends.
“Your father is—”
“I don’t want to talk about him.”
“Do you think he needs to be punished more?”
“I don’t—”
“You still don’t forgive him?”
That hadn’t been what I was going to say, but, “Yes. No. Shit. I don’t know, Wills. Would you?”
“He’s not my father.”
“Wills—”
“I don’t know.” He met my gaze. “I probably would.”
I stiffened and turned away, feeling hurt and somehow betrayed. He put his arms around me.
“But I’d never forget, babe.” He rubbed his cheek against my hair. “And…”