My father was more perceptive than I had given him credit for. That too, was painful. It meant the perception had always been there, and he had chosen not to use it.
“You let her manage the narrative,” I said.
“Yes.”
“For a long time.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
The question was direct. He deserved it to be.
He looked at the table. “Because correcting her continue reading …
