After My Father’s

“Excuse me?”

“You wanted a meeting. We’ll have one.”

The room filled slowly.

Miles took one step toward Dad’s chair.

I beat him to it.

I sat.

The look on his face was worth every sleepless hour I had ever spent beside him wondering why love felt so much like being managed.

Nora arrived two minutes later with Margaret Ellison and Harold Kim.

Margaret wore continue reading …