He had no clean answer.
Instead, he said, “I was going to explain it.”
I looked at him.
“When?”
He didn’t respond.
I thought about that phone call again.
Even after I told him I knew about the authorized-user cards, he had asked me to unlock them.
Even after I gave him the total, he had asked again.
Even after I said no, he had warned me that I was making a huge mistake.
At no point had he said, “You’re right. I should have told you.”
At no point had he asked what the charges had done to me.
At no point had he sounded surprised that I felt betrayed.
He had been surprised only that access was gone.
My dad shifted one of the filled crates farther into the bed of his pickup.
The ordinary sound pulled my attention back to the reason I had been on the farm in the first place.
