Without opening my eyes, I reached over and pushed the button on my alarm clock. The piercing sound persisted. I opened my eyes and listened. It was the phone. Judging by the amount of times it rang it was obvious that Grandma was either outside gardening or not home. I fumbled for the phone on my nightstand and answered it. “Hello.” My voice was thick and groggy. “Hi Kenzie,” Mom responded. “Did I wake you?” “Yeah,” I mumbled. “Wow. Must’ve been a late night.” I glanced at the clock. It was almost ten. Isaac would be here to pick me up in an hour for the lake. “So,” Mom continued. “I got your message. You wanted to talk with me about something?” There were a million things we needed to talk about but I didn’t have time to get into all of them right then. So I chose one question. “Do you know where Dad is?” “Grandma said you’d been asking a lot of questions about him. Why?” “Because he’s my dad. I have a right to know about him.” “Yes, but why now?
