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do what you need to do Saturday night,” Dad suggests.
    “You can stay the entire weekend if you want.” I want him to. I miss him. We used to be close. Before I turned fifteen and my stepmom decided I looked far more interesting than my dad ever did.
    You’ve grown up so much, Andrew. You’re so handsome, so big and strong…
    Closing my eyes, I shove her flirtatious voice firmly out of my brain.
    “Let’s play it by ear,” my dad says.
    That’s all I can ask for, so I agree. And when we hang up, I feel a little lighter. My head’s not as cloudy and for once, I’m hopeful.
    I clutch that feeling close to me for the rest of the day.

 
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
    If there ever comes a day when we can’t be together, keep me in your heart, I’ll stay there forever. – Winnie the Pooh
     
    Drew
     
    My dad shows up Friday around noon and we go to lunch, at one of the popular cafés downtown that’s full of college students and people on their lunch break from the nearby businesses. It’s small and busy and the tables are tiny and round. Our knees bump against each other because we’re both tall, and it feels incredibly awkward. I’m not saying much beyond small talk because he’s the one with the major news.
    Scratch that. I have major news, but I’m never going to drop that particular bomb on him now. It might scar him for life. Ruin our relationship forever.
    I’m not taking that chance.
    Finally, after the waitress brings us our lunch, he finally says something important.
    “I filed divorce papers yesterday. Adele will be served sometime next week.”
    I lift my head to meet his gaze and find him studying me pointedly. As if he’s got everything all figured out. For a moment, I’m afraid he does. But then he digs his fork into the salad he ordered along with his sandwich and eats. Like what he said really didn’t matter at all.
    “Where is she?” I ask after I swallow. I can’t bring myself to say her name.
    Fable would like that. If she had a chance, I know she’d scratch that bitch’s eyes out.
    “She’s still at the house. I asked her to leave and she refused.” Dad wipes the corner of his mouth with his napkin. “Not quite sure what I’m going to do about that. I can’t kick her out—yet. She really has nowhere to go. But she was the mother of my child.”
    Maybe. I swallow hard. “Where will you go?”
    He shrugs. “I’m staying at a hotel for the moment. And she’ll trip herself up. I have a plan.”
    My appetite leaves me. If this is going to be an ugly divorce and I’m somehow involved, I don’t think I can take it. “What’s your plan?”
    His gaze is pointed again, directly aimed at me, and I want to squirm. “She’s having an affair. I know it, I can feel it, but I don’t have proof.”
    My stomach churns. If this has anything to do with her and me, I don’t know what I’ll do. God, that was so long ago. No way could their current problems have anything to do with me. “Who do you think she’s messing around with?”
    “That I’m not sure. It’s only been going on for a few months but I know she’s involved with someone. And I don’t think this is the first time she’s done this sort of thing.”
    Shit. I haven’t been with her in years. And my dad’s right. This isn’t the first time. I’m sure I wasn’t her only. More like the first of a long string of guys. She thrives on attention. Needs it like we need oxygen to breathe.
    “I’m sorry, Dad.” I am. I’m sorry that he has to go through this and deal with an evil, cheating, immoral bitch for a wife. He has no idea the damage she’s wrought to his family. My dad’s oblivious. He definitely has his faults. I know he’s not perfect, none of us are, but I wouldn’t wish this on him.
    He chose her, though. Now he has to deal with the fallout of their dissolving marriage.
    “Don’t be sorry.” My dad waves his hand, dismissing my worry with a flick of his fingers. “She’s a stupid bitch who