I don’t move. “They never said anything to me,” she tells me. “Did you know your father was sick?” I shake my head again, still watching the tire sway. I hear her swallow. “Apparently, he tried treatments, but the disease was aggressive,” she says. “The doctor said he… he wasn’t going to last the year, honey.”
Wtf, how he kept that a secret? Like why wouldn’t you tell your freaking daughter?
