“I was hoping you might let your old man come up and apologize properly.”

I didn’t want him in my home.

I dug my fingernails into my palms.

My legs were tired, and I hadn’t eaten since breakfast.

“Are Pamela and Dustin waiting in your car?” I asked.

“I came alone,” he said.

“I wanted to talk to my daughter.”

“Make it quick,” I said.