“That’s it?”
“Yep.”
“That doesn’t feel like enough. She showed me a letter that was sent to her anonymously. No postmark. It said, ‘Don’t pretend you didn’t know what was happening.’”
I stretch my legs out in front of me, pull my cap over my eyes.
“Hmmm. That’s not normal.”
“No.”
“Maybe you should read the articles Witt found. Or just ask her what you want to know. I know your mother would have wanted me to ask rather than play private investigator.”
I think about Annika. The way she shuts down when things get too heavy and the way she deflects. The way she saiddon’t make me feel like a problem.
“See her as she is now, not as a victim. But Parker, you do need honesty if you’re serious about her. It’s what makes a relationship work and last.”
A deep sigh releases from my chest as I drop my chin. “Okay.”
“You like her.”
I huff out a quiet laugh. “Yeah.”
“That’s good,” he says simply. “Your mother would be happy.”
I push back in my seat, something loosens after that confirmation.
“Oh, I invited her to Granny’s birthday,” I add.
“I guess you’ve gone slow for years. When you know. You know. I’m looking forward to meeting her. The girls love her from what I hear.”
“Noelle?”
“Your sister is your biggest fan.”
She is.
“Thanks Dad. You always know how to break things down. Guess that’s why you’re a terrific coach.”
He stands up and grabs me for a hug. “Love you son. I’ll see you for Granny’s birthday.”
I text Annika before I even make it back to my car.
Me: I told my dad about us. He’s happy that I’m happy.
I hesitate, then add.
Me: Calling the rest of the family now. My sisters are going to love this week’s margarita night.
I hit send before I overthink it. Because apparently, I’ve decided to lose control today. It feels good to be in a relationship again.
Their responses are immediate.
Greyson: Good for you. Seems like she’ll keep you on your toes. Or at least catching the ball.
Laughing emoji.
Noelle: She’s perfect. I knew it.
