pang of loss.
But I also feel peace.
“I’m still your daughter,” I say. “You’re still part of my life. If you want to be.”
He nods once, slowly. But doesn’t say anything more.
The night winds down. Jason and I sneak out under a shower of sparklers, my dress dusted with glitter and grass. Tim hugs me tight before we leave.
“Do you think he’ll come around?
