Twenty-Seven Minutes — The Day My Father Came for Us
Dad listened, then shook his head.
She pointed toward the house, and he glanced back only once to make sure I had seen her.
A minute later, my phone rang.
“Corinne, tell your father to stop treating me like a criminal.”
“Why are you here?”
“To see my granddaughter.
She is a Brandt, after all.”
“I’m not comfortable with an unannounced visit.