My father stood up at the lake house dinner and raised his glass in fr…

stay quiet so dinner could remain dinner. It needed me to do what I had always done.

Absorb.

I picked up my purse from the back of the chair and walked out through the hallway.

The framed family photos along the wall seemed to watch me go. Claire in a soccer uniform, my father’s arm around her shoulders. Becca at a piano recital, grinning in a velvet continue reading …