Chloe's father never called, he went back to California and broke his promise like so many times before. We have them in common she and I, those sporadic flashes from the past that keep haunting us like ghosts, but together we've learned how to deal with them.
The day it happened, mother came to school in the middle of the day to tell me and I'll never forget the frightened look on her ivory white make-up free face as she stepped out of the taxi. We were silent for weeks, she stopped watering our flowers and her fear looked more and more like guilt. At least that's what I imagined.
He only failed me once. Chloe's father does it to her again and again and somehow I think that has to be a lot more painful.