“Then a few weeks later he called again and asked if you’d found anything. And I told him you had an offer accepted on the house on Linden Court. I was excited for you. I showed him the listing photos. The backyard with the maple tree.”
The maple tree.
I’d loved that tree the moment I saw it.
And I’d shared that listing with my daughter, and she’d shared it with him, and he’d looked at it and seen something entirely different from what I’d seen.
He hadn’t seen a fresh start.
He’d seen a solution.
“Lauren,” I said, “did you give him the code?”
The silence on the line went on for so long that I thought the call had dropped.
“Last week,” she whispered. “He called me Tuesday. He said he’d talked to you.”
“I haven’t talked to your father since January.”
