The mattress dipped. “I’m sorry, Sara. Part of me wants to kill Maximus, but…” “It’s not that,” I whispered. “I didn’t want you to watch.” Dad was silent. Even though I didn’t want to, I looked up. His face was full of anguish. I reached for his hand resting on his knee. “You shouldn’t be the one consoling me, Sara.” He wrapped his fingers around my hand and squeezed. “That’s my job.”
