Then he carried a plain cardboard box into my kitchen, set it on the table, and looked at me like he was about to break something that had taken years to repair.
Dad waited until Lily’s last guest had left.
« Honey, I’ve done something terrible to you. Please forgive me. »
I stared at him.
« Dad, what are you talking about? »
His face went pale.
« He made me swear not to tell you anything until today. »
My stomach dropped.