As I set down the groceries and began to put things away, I noticed my phone vibrating on the kitchen counter. There were 22 missed calls. My heart skipped a beat as I saw that many of them were from Tiffany. There were a few from Harry, which I promptly ignored, but it was the calls from my daughter that gave me pause.

Taking a deep breath, I decided to call her back. The phone rang only once before she picked up. “Dad?” Tiffany’s voice was a mixture of relief and apprehension.

“Hi, Tiff,” I replied, trying to keep my tone even.

“I—Dad, I’ve been so worried. Why didn’t you answer my calls?”