Vanessa
There was something strange about my father. I noticed it the moment he came out of the basement… It wasn't just his silence.
It was his slower, heavier gait, as if he had suddenly aged several years in a matter of hours.
I still didn't understand why he had started talking to me about my childhood, why he had told me he loved me. He had never been a man of words; he always showed affection in other ways, solving problems, buying me time, opening doors where for anyone else there were only walls.
That's why that conversation had made me uncomfortable. It wasn't him, it just wasn't him.
I saw him pour another glass of wine. He didn't even taste it; he just placed it in front of him.
Then he looked up, his eyes meeting mine.
"Sit down."
I frowned slightly.
"I'm already sitti
