“You knew I was leaving,” I said.
“No, I didn’t.”
“You heard Chelsea tell you I should stay in my room.”
“That isn’t the same as knowing you were going to disappear.”
“No,” I said.
“It isn’t.”
He exhaled.
“I came home the next morning and your room was empty.”
“My room was never really mine.”
“Dad…”
The word held irritation, confusion, and something that sounded like shame.
I sat down at the table.
“What do you want, Logan?”
“I want to understand the notices.”
“They’re straightforward.”
“The bank says I have to replace collateral on the credit line.”
“Yes.”
“You were the collateral?”
“My investment account was.”
“I didn’t know.”
“You signed the documents.”
“I signed a lot of documents.”
“You signed the ones that allowed the account to be pledged.”
He was silent again.
I could picture him standing in the kitchen, one hand pressed against the counter.
