The smell of warm bread made my eyes fill.

I could not explain to him why that mattered, so I didn’t try.

My phone vibrated with fourteen messages from Lucas.

The first three accused my father of humiliating his mother.

The next six asked when I would come back.

The last said, Tell your dad to stay out of our marriage.

I turned the phone facedown and finished feeding my daughter.

For the first time in days, there was nothing else I was expected to do.