“You never made me feel that way.”
“I was afraid Ryan would say I was controlling.” A bitter smile crossed his face. “So I tried to be respectful. I gave him room. I gave him the benefit of the doubt.”
We both knew what that room had cost.
A nurse came in near midnight to adjust the monitor. After she left, Dad unfolded the small blanket from the hospital chair and covered himself without leaving my side.
“You should go home,” I said.
“I am home.”
I stared at him.
He nodded toward me and my belly. “Wherever you two are.”
For the first time in months, I slept without listening for footsteps in the hallway.
The next morning, the police officer returned with questions. Dad stepped out when I asked him to, though I saw how hard it was for him. Priya stayed with me.
I told the story slowly.
