But Dad, there are no “ifs.”
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you for the rest of your miserable lives!”
Chloe ran away, sobbing. Dad struggled to his feet, his face pale, and followed her, staying hidden, until she was safely inside her house.
I looked at Dad, a mixture of gratitude and resentment swirling inside me. I admired his dedication, his courage, but I hated his indifference, his cruelty.
He stumbled, grabbing a tree for support. “If I’d just…checked my phone sooner…if I’d gone to her…maybe she’d be safe at home, too…” Rain streamed down his face, blurring
his tears.
But Dad, there are no “ifs.”
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Dad didn’t go to the hospital. He went home.
The apartment was brightly lit. A feast was
laid out on the table. Mom, Jason, and Sarah
were laughing and chatting.
“John! You’re soaked! Go change! Dinner’s ready! We’re all here! Just waiting for you!”
“All here?” Dad’s eyes swept across the room, his voice cold. He walked over and flipped the table, sending food and dishes crashing to the floor.
Mom, Jason, and Sarah stared at him,
stunned. Mom and Jason instinctively
shielded Sarah.
