I heard a knock at the door, and Dad walked in, looking awkward.

“Hey,” he said softly.

“Hey, Dad!” I hopped off the bed, still in my nightgown, and planted a kiss on his cheek, wrapping him in a tight hug.

My heart sank knowing I wouldn’t get to give him my usual warm good-morning anymore.

“I’m so sorry for everything, sweetheart,” he said, his voice heavy.

“Don’t be.” I shrugged, stretching lazily.

I grabbed my phone and checked my glucose levels. All good. ...