After My Father’s

Patrice. I won’t let him use Laura.”

Nora exhaled quietly.

I nodded because I did not trust my voice.

Samuel stood.

At the end of the table, he paused.

“Did your father suffer?”

The question surprised me.

I answered honestly.

“Yes.”

Samuel looked down.

“Good,” he said.

Then, after a second, softer:

“And I’m sorry.”

He left without another word.

In the car afterward,continue reading …