She took a step back.

Just one step.

But it was enough to shatter my heart into pieces.

“Dad,” she whispered.

“I’m not here to yell at you, Maya,” I said, and I heard my own voice shake.

She lowered her eyes to the floor.

“I’m sorry about the computer money,” she said, in a small voice.

And that apology, for a thing she had not done wrong, undid me.