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What Fathers Do

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MAYA'S POV

He was in conference room three on the eighth floor, sitting with his hands wrapped around a paper cup of coffee that had gone cold, and he looked up when I opened the door with the expression of a man who'd been rehearsing this moment and found that rehearsal hadn't prepared him at all.

I sat down across from him and didn't say anything for a moment, just looked at him: the father who'd driven me to school and made terrible pancakes on Sunday mornings and told me my mother was gone
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