Genevieve:
“Good morning,” I sat at the table with Monique, who had started her breakfast before my father's arrival.
“Where is Dad?” I asked as I looked around and remembered how he was acting last night.
“He's sleeping. Last night was a bit hectic for him, so he slept in late,” she replied, not really explaining why it was hectic for him. And before she could let me question her, she was already moving on to the next subject.
“How was your journey? How was the stay at Ron’s pack?” There was something in her eyes that made me look down when lying to her.
“It was great,” I quickly took a bite of my toast and then cleared my throat to return to the subject of my father and his condition. “What was Dad talking about last night? He was acting like he didn’t recognize me. But I know he re
