(Kendall)
I was getting comfortable on my couch after Zoe left when my phone rang. Dad's name flashed on the screen.
"Hey, Dad."
"Hey, sweetheart. Are you free for dinner tonight? Your mom's covering a game in Vermont, so it's just us."
I glanced at the clock. "Sure. Where do you want to meet?"
"That Italian place you like downtown. Seven thirty?"
"Perfect. See you there."
I hung up and immediately started worrying. Dad only called for random dinners when something was on his mind. Usually something about me.
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The restaurant was busy when I got there, but I spotted Dad right away. He was sitting at our usual corner table, already drinking a beer and scrolling through his phone.
"Sorry I'm late," I said, sliding into the seat across from him.
"You're not late. I'm early." He p
