“She knows,” dad calls after me. My feet are suddenly glued to the ground. I can’t move a single muscle. “Didn’t look like she’d cried. She was so cold about it when she asked me if it was true. I said yes and she just…” Dad stops for dramatic effect. “She just took in a breath and nodded. Almost like it finally made sense to her. Why you wanted her around. Why you were pursuing her.” He chuckles and pours himself another glass. “I’ve never seen anyone so tragically composed after hearing their boyfriend only saw them as a private whore.”
