3 Chapter 3

A new emotion began to burn inside me: guilt. When I left, I never gave any thought to Dad being on his own. Of course, he was a stubborn, capable man. My presence wouldn’t affect his life in any way. Except, I was looking at it from the wrong angle. As a man, he was fine on his own. But as a father? A widower? I’d abandoned him without a backward glance.

Dad unlocked the door, which opened into the kitchen. He hobbled inside, using the countertops to support his weight. He collapsed onto one of the barstools beside the island and sighed heavily.

I grabbed my suitcase, then shut the door and locked it. I flipped on the kitchen lights.

God! Nothing had changed. Not the curtains. Not the towel hanging from the oven handle. Not the pictures on the fridge, or even the drawing I’d done in fifth grade. It even smelled the same, of wood and fire and fresh-baked apple pie.

“What do you need, Dad?” I walked to the fridge and pulled open the door. “Water? A pop?”

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