My Family Toasted

offering clients a drink.”

“Dad liked offering himself one at eleven in the morning.”

His jaw flexed.

He sat without being invited.

“You think you won,” he said.

“I think we’re busy. What do you need?”

He laughed, but there was panic underneath. I could see it now. Maybe it had always been there.

“I need you to stop pretending you can erase me.”

“I terminated continue reading …