“Just a few things. I thought I could stay here temporarily, until I find work.”
Before she could answer, another voice came from the kitchen.
“Laura, do you want me to bring the food out now?”
Morgan stepped into the hallway.
He was carrying a dish towel.
When my father saw him, his entire expression changed.
The smile disappeared.
His fingers loosened around the suitcase handle.
The suitcase struck the floor with a dull thud.
“No,” he whispered.
Morgan stopped.
For several seconds, neither man spoke.
Then my father took a step backward.
“You?”
Morgan placed the dish towel on a nearby chair.
“Hello, Daniel.”
My father looked from Morgan to my mother and back again.
“How long has this been going on?”
Mom frowned.
“How long has what been going on?”
“You and him!”
“That’s none of your business.”
He turned toward Morgan.
“You had no right.”
Morgan’s expression remained steady.
