Due on the first of every month.

At the time, I thought that was the day I finally understood my father.

I was wrong.

It was only the beginning of five years in which I would misunderstand nearly everything he did.

And the first sign that something else was happening didn’t come from Dad.

It came from Marcus, who showed up at the grocery store one evening and asked me a question I hadn’t expected.

“Daniel, have you ever wondered why your father stopped playing music?”