Kelly
I never thought I’d be the one to suggest visiting our father.
Few months, I told myself I was done with him. That whatever love I had left had withered the moment I found out about Davis’s father. But as Susan and I sat in her living room, talking about everything, the uncertainty of the future, the idea slipped out before I could stop it.
“We should go see him.”
Susan blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Who?”
I nodded, gripping my wine glass tighter. “Dad. You’ve never met him, Susan. Not really.”
A beat of silence stretched between us.
“Can I really do this ?” she asked carefully.
No. I wasn’t sure of anything anymore. But I nodded anyway.
……
We drove to the nursing home. Susan was quiet as we walked down the hall, her arms crossed over her chest. I co
