I wanted to tell him that he didn't know my father. Whatever I decided wouldn't matter. He was coming here one way or another. There was, of course, the ever so slight chance that he was accepting my decision and wanted to pretend to be a normal father. Was it better to declare war and tell Mr. Dolan to say no, that I didn't want him, or was it better to take the chance? The third choice always remained: to run off again.
Liam came around the desk and knelt beside me. "I don't like to see you upset, even for a little while, Lorelei. What can I do?"
"Nothing. This is all on me, Liam."
"I don't understand how he could have been so indifferent to your feelings and now suddenly care so much."
What was my clever answer to this?
"As your father says, the reality of my being out of his life has finally sunken in, and then he found out about our wedding," I told him, practically parroting Mr. Dolan.
