ARIAThree weeks after the wedding, and I still flinch at every unexpected sound.I’m in the chair beside my father’s bed in the hospital, my own eyes half-closed, when his fingers move against mine.I don’t trust it at first. I’ve imagined it before, the twitch that always turns out to be nothing. But this time, I am wrong. Because his eyes flick open.“Dad.”My voice cracks on the single word. I am on my feet immediately, both hands wrapped around his.“Dad, can you hear me?”His mouth moves slowly. “A…ria.”I press his hand to my face and let the tears flow. “I’m here,” I whisper, “right here, Dad.”It takes him a long time to ask the question I have been dreading. For a second, I wish he could forget it ever happened.“Did he… leave you?”I could lie. For one tempting second, I consider it. Sparing him, sparing the look I know is coming.I can’t do it.“He married Victoria,” I say, “the next week.”Something breaks behind his eyes as if he suddenly remembers something. “The loan,”
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