The next morning, she had disappeared.
No phone calls.
No message.
No explanation was given.
The first time, Dad assumed she was busy.
The second time, he thought he had misinterpreted her interest.
In the third episode, he turned on himself.
“Perhaps I talk too much about your mother,” he said.
“You almost never talk about her during our dates.”
“Perhaps I’m too old-fashioned.”
“You held the door open for him. That’s not a crime.”
He gave a tired smile, but my reassuring words never really reached him.
Every rejection broke her heart.
“I don’t understand,” he murmured.
“They all seemed so happy.”
