DAHLIA 

“Really?” Life was, in a comical way, small. 

Martins and my parents had met at parties? 

“Yes. And they did try to talk me, I just wasn’t having it. They appeared superficial and too haughty for their own good, especially your mother. I would watch her interact from afar. Truthfully, I didn’t know you were her child until recently.”

He twisted the cap of the bottled water open and drank deeply. He got up and out of the bed, strode to the walk-in closet.

I heard the zipper of his bag open, he threw a table at me. “Take two for the pain and headache.” 

I caught it, grateful,...