“It doesn’t matter what my father did or didn’t do in the past. He’s gone and I’m here, and I have a child I now know about. I can’t ignore that, even if I might want to.” Henry collects his wallet and watch from the dresser. “I’ll be back later.” “Wait, you’re going now?” I check the bedside clock. It’s a quarter to ten on a Sunday morning. “It’ll be noon by the time I get there.” “Right.”
