He had founded Vale Meridian Group from a small regional investment office and turned it into a network of industrial, logistics and real-estate companies.
To the outside world, Gideon was a billionaire investor.
To me, he was the father I had spent two years avoiding because after my mother died, neither of us knew how to grieve without hurting the other.
He stopped beside my bed.
For a second, we just looked at each other.
Then he said:
“Where is your husband?”
I laughed.
It turned into a gasp as another contraction hit.
“Birthday party.”
My father’s expression went blank.
“What?”
“Margaret turned sixty.”
He pulled a chair closer.
“Of course she did.”
“Dad.”
“I said nothing.”
“You absolutely said something.”
“Internally.”
Despite everything, I laughed.
