I sat on the sofa, coffee in hand, and flipped on the morning news. Anything to distract myself from the gnawing worry.
Or maybe it was sheer disbelief. What on earth was I thinking? A few days earlier I’d impulsively offered to fly all the way across the country to Florida for my dad’s eightieth birthday. Sure, 80 was a milestone, but my dad and I didn’t even like each other. I hadn’t seen him in years. We hadn’t had a heart-to-heart since…well, had we ever had a heart-to-heart?
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