I laughed.
“Dad, you already have a thousand pictures together.”
He looked at me in a strange way.
“I want this one to last.”
I don’t know why, but those words made me uneasy.
I took the picture.
Mom was smiling widely. Dad had his arm around her shoulder and was smiling too. But now, whenever I look at that photo, I notice something I didn’t see at the time.
His eyes weren’t smiling.
Dad had been acting strangely all evening. Every time he heard a car near the house, he immediately turned toward the door. He checked his watch several times. His phone rang twice, but he didn’t answer.
Mom joked,
“Robert, are you hiding something from me tonight?”
Dad was silent for a moment, then smiled.
“Have I ever been able to hide anything from you?”
Everyone laughed.
Except me.
I saw his hand trembling slightly.