Molly’s shoes were still beside the front door.
I sat down on the bottom step.
For several minutes, I couldn’t bring myself to move them.
My hands were shaking.
***
Three days later, Mom asked me to visit.
Dad was waiting at the kitchen table.
“We’re terribly sorry about Molly,” Mom said.
“Thank you.”
“But Kai’s made a terrible mistake. We can’t let this tear the family apart.”
“We’re terribly sorry about Molly.”
I looked at her.
“What would you like me to do?”
“Perhaps talk to him. Hear him out.”
“Dad, do you remember my twenty-seventh birthday?”
“Hear him out.”
He frowned.
“The year Kai got promoted?”
“Yes.”
Mom nodded.
“We apologized for forgetting. We sent you a gift.”
“I brought a cake that night.”
“We sent you a gift.”
She looked puzzled.
“A cake?”