been some kind of emergency.
I had no idea the emergency was going to be completely invented.
Dad reached across the table for another strip of bacon while I answered.
“Vanessa?”
For the first couple of seconds, I heard nothing but a car engine and the steady click of a turn signal.
Then she said it.
“Natalie, Dad died last night.”
My hand stopped halfway to my coffee.
Across from me, Dad stopped chewing.
