Sabrina started crying.
He admitted to finding those women through his profile appointments.
He researched them on the Internet, followed them after his appointments and sent them messages using temporary numbers.
Most of the women were scared and blocked my father.
Rachel had been different because Sabrina knew her.
“Why did you get Graham into this?” I asked.
“If not, I wouldn’t have listened to.”
I stared at the woman who had hugged me at my mother’s funeral.
“You didn’t honor Mom. You took advantage of her.”
Sabrina covered her face.
I left without comforting her.
Rachel denounced the threats.
My father handed the police the camera footage.
Later, Sabrina assumed her responsibility and began going to therapy as part of the judicial process.
At first, my father blamed himself.
“I should never have started dating anyone,” he said.
I sat next to him at the kitchen table.
“No. You should have started living earlier.”
It was months before I tried again.
This time, he told his quote The truth about Mom.
He also told her that he was afraid of missing another chance to be happy.
His name was Jocelyn.
He didn’t disappear the next morning.
When my father called me after his third date, he could hear music in the background.
She laughed at something she said.
For the first time in twelve years, the house no longer sounded like a place waiting for someone to return.
