the fifteen-year absence with immediate presence.
“He knew,” I said finally, looking up at my mother. “Somehow, he anticipated that someday I would need this information—that something might happen with Amber.”
Helen nodded, her own eyes suspiciously bright.
“Your father was exceptionally perceptive about people and patterns,” she said. “He probably recognized certain traits in Amber even when she was young. Tendencies inherited from David that might eventually create significant challenges.”
I considered this, remembering moments from Amber’s childhood and adolescence that had troubled me—despite my maternal inclination to see