Joe is standing on the other side of the threshold in boxers and a white T-shirt, hair askew, arms crossed over his chest. “Here’s the thing—” I start. He steps forward and punches me in the chest. “That’s for… whatever you’ve done with my daughter.” “Dad!” Kendra tries to step past me, but I catch her around the waist and shove her back behind me. Joe punches me again. Landing this hit next to the first. “And that’s for keeping it from me.” “Dad,” Kendra sighs.
