LONDON

“I feel like I’ve been called to the principal’s office for misbehavior. It makes me nervous, Dad.” I kissed Dad on his cheek. I always loved his home office. I had plenty of good memories, and so as in those difficult times.

“Have a seat, London.”

“Thanks.” I sat on my favorite sofa. Dad couldn’t just throw it away. He re-upholstered it because he knew the recliner meant a lot to me. During my darkest day, I slept in here while he was working.

“How was your date with Striker?”

My brow arched. “Date? It wasn’t a date. We just met with his friends and had some fast food....