doing?”

“What does it look like?”

“Sweetheart, we just lost him. Please, let’s sit down and talk.”

“There is no ‘we,’” she said, zipping the bag shut. “There never was.”

Part 2: 

My hands shook against the doorframe. I wanted to tell her about David’s promise. I wanted to tell her that her father had begged me not to give up on her.

But before I could, she continue reading …