My dad wasn’t an easy person to talk to. He cut over me a thousand times, lectured me, not to mention there was a lot of swearing and even more judgment, but to my relief, he agreed to help. His exact words were.
“It would look weak to back out of such a thing at the last minute.”
And strength, or at least what my father perceived as strength, meant everything to him. He ranted some more after that, about how I should have provided this information earlier so he could have told me to shove it where the moon's glow doesn’t grace us. I would have if I had known any earlier, but there was no convincing that man, so I stopped trying too.
We walked silently for most of the trip. Pack members stared at us as we walked by them. I could tell they were surprised to see me with my father. He h
