I grab my cellphone and dial my dad's number.

“Hello?” he formally answers but he knows who it is.

“Hi Dad, can we talk?” My leg shakes in anticipation.

“Selena it’s going to cost a lot to talk on the phone,” he speaks, but I won’t let him back out.

“Father I'm here, and we need to talk.”

He snorts. “Where are you?”

I explain exactly where I am and he asks me to wait at one of the cafes facing the sea and order only an orange juice. My dad arrives about ten minutes later in a La Coste jacket, jeans, and running shoes.

“Hi Dad.” He just keeps...