Waiting in the Dark

I froze.

“I… I just heard it,” I stumbled. “Maybe Mom told me. Or someone else. I don’t know...”

He didn’t respond. Didn’t agree. Didn’t argue. Just watched me like he was working out a puzzle. I hated that look—it meant he knew something was off. I could have kicked myself.

I rushed to change the subject. “Dad, I’m sure you have friends. After all, everyone knows I’m supposed to marry Dario. That