"She was your daughter too..... don't you think it hurts her that you never go there?" It's out before I can stop myself. Years of this bubbling inside me, and his mid-walk pause and instant tense posture give me an inkling of satisfaction. A flicker of emotion from him is so rare that I cling to this, even if it's an unhealthy way of getting it from him. I know this is toxic, and we're dysfunctional. I just can't stop it.

"Why are you like this?" He turns his head and glares at me over his shoulder. His eyes are dark with anger and more profound emotion that might be...