“You’re scaring me.”
“I’m scared too, honey. Just tell me.”
She took a shaky breath.
“Dad called me in August,” she said. “Like, the middle of August. He said he and Vanessa were in trouble. Their landlord was selling the condo and they had to be out by October. He said his hours got cut at the dealership and nobody would rent to them because of Vanessa’s credit. He sounded—Mom, he sounded really bad. He was crying. I’ve never heard Dad cry.”
I had.
Exactly when he needed to.
“Go on.”
“He asked how you were doing. And I said you were good, you were house hunting. And he asked where. And I—” Her voice cracked. “I told him the town. I didn’t think it mattered. He said he was happy for you. He said he wanted you to have a fresh start.”
“Okay.”
