“I kept trying. Every time I was going to say something at dinner, I chickened out. Then I figured if I waited any longer, you’d hear it from someone else, and that would be worse.”
I rubbed a hand across my face.
“What were you scared of?”
“That you’d think I was choosing him.”
The clock beside the bed read 11:14 a.m.
Puck drop was less than 18 hours away.
“Marcus, do you know what time he called me the night your mom died?”
“Dad.”
“Two in the morning. And when I got there, you were the only one left in that house.”
“I know the story.”
“Then you know what kind of man walks out on a fo
