“You should know your Daddy was out looking for you every day after that, driving to Gunnison, Sapinero, Cebolla, riding Abel into the hills,” he said, moving the food around his plate but not eating. “I think he figured you’d come home if you knew Seth was gone. Asked me to keep a lookout.” I considered that information, wondering what all Daddy knew, wondering if roaming the hills had given him the cough that grew to claim his lungs, if I was the cause of my father’s undoing, like I was the cause of Wil’s.
