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Matthew was helping me look for a furnished apartment.
“Something small will be perfect,” he said. “You have a few months before you go off to college, Dawn. You don’t need to be tied down to a big home. An apartment is the way to go. And you’ll be eighteen soon and then you can do whatever you want. For now, you need to focus on school.”
“Thank you for helping me,” I said. “I would have been lost without you.”
“Dawn, your father told me all about you and how difficult your sister made your life. Especially after your mother left the family. I promised your father that I would get you back on your feet.”
Some weeks later, I was in my little studio apartment in an artsy part of town. And I loved it.
I don’t know what happened to Charlotte, but when I walked past our house one evening, I saw a SOLD sign in the front. I probably should have felt bad, but I didn’t. It wasn’t my home without my father.
And at least, he was still looking out for me, even if it was through Matthew.
