“Just remember, it’s not your fault.  You didn’t make him steal anything.”

“I wish he’d talk to me,” Mallory felt her throat constrict and tried to clear it, but she couldn’t.

“I’m sorry, but give him some time.  He’s probably feeling like a schmuck right now.”  They sat together holding hands for another quarter of an hour.  It was the best she’d felt since finding out about her dad.

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