*Giovani*

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to go alone.” That was what my wife said to me as she prepared to have dinner with her father, a man who had abandoned her for twenty years and reappeared just as suddenly.

Of course, I minded. And she knew it too.

I agreed not to go with her and I didn’t. But I never agreed not to follow her.

I ran a hand through my hair, clenching the steering wheel of the car as I listened to the mic we’d placed ...