The vehicles pulled away. Neighbors drifted back to their porches. Dad went back into the garage, picked up a folded towel, and started wiping a water bowl as though he had a normal morning to get back to.
“Dad…”
He didn’t look up. “Yeah?”
“I’m sorry.”
He set the bowl down and faced me. “For what, son?”
“For not asking. For keeping my distance from continue reading …
