My New Life Without Your Drama

I had spent a whole year looking forward to it—the one day my father would take the train down to Boston to see me. But it was barely two in the afternoon when Leona looked up from her phone and said, "Your dad should probably get going."

We had been married for seven years, and every single year, my father made this trip. And every single year, he was ushered out the door before sunset.

I wanted to ask him to stay the night, to tell him I’d already made up the guest bed. But before I could even open my mouth, Leona added, "He can keep those slippers if he wants."