“I’m sorry, sir.

The student registered exactly one guest — Audrey Merritt.” Marcus turned and saw us on the steps.

“Audrey, please, help me get in, I won’t make a scene.” “Did Ethan invite you?” I asked.

“No, but I’m his father.” “Then respect what he decided.” His face hardened.

“I just want to make it right.” “Making it right,” I said, “doesn’t mean forcing your way into a life after you spent eighteen years staying out of it.

Sometimes it means accepting that you’re no longer welcome.” We went in past him.