“I know, sweetheart. And I’ll be there Thursday. But your biological father should be the one walking beside you, if he ever decides to show up.”
I watched my daughter’s expression change.
For a brief moment, she looked as though she might argue.
Instead, she nodded.
“Fine.”
She stood, carried her plate to the sink, loaded it into the dishwasher, and walked upstairs.
She didn’t slam her bedroom door.
Somehow, that made everything worse.
Mason looked at me with ketchup on his chin.
“Mom?”
I couldn’t answer.
I wanted to confront Travis immediately. I wanted to remind him of everything he had done for Kaylee and explain why his words were so unfair.
But I knew something about my husband.
If I demanded that he escort her, he would agree.
He was a dependable man who generally did what his family asked.
And that was precisely the problem.
I didn’t want Kaylee walking onto the court beside someone who had been ordered to stand there.
