asked me a question.”
“What question?”
His eyes lifted to mine.
“He asked when the last time was that you did something just because you wanted to.”
“He asked me a question.”
My voice completely failed me.
Daniel continued, “I told him I didn’t know.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Is it?”
I bristled. “I do things I want.”
“Like what?”
“I…”
The answer should have been easy.
It wasn’t.
The answer should have been easy.
Daniel looked away first.
“Dad couldn’t answer either.”
I tugged at my collar.
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I tugged at my collar.
“He started talking about vacations,” Daniel recalled . “He said every vacation we’d ever taken was somewhere he wanted to go, somewhere I wanted to go, or somewhere that worked with school.”
“He started talking about vacations.”
“Families compromise,” I said.
“I know.”
“He was sick, Danny. He was emotional.”
“I agree.”
“Then what?”
