The Past We Left Behind

Kelly  

I never thought I’d be the one to suggest visiting our father.  

Few months, I told myself I was done with him. That whatever love I had left had withered the moment I found out about Davis’s father. But as Susan and I sat in her living room, talking about everything,  the uncertainty of the future, the idea slipped out before I could stop it.  

“We should go see him.”  

Susan blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Who?”  

I nodded, gripping my wine glass tighter. “Dad. You’ve never met him, Susan. Not really.”  

A beat of silence stretched between us.  

“Can I really do this...