What I didn't notice was that every shift in my expression had been watched by my father.
At dinner, as I placed food on his plate, he spoke up out of nowhere.
"Sweetheart, are you getting a divorce?"
The question hit so suddenly that my brain went blank. I had no idea how to answer.
Dad sighed.
"Don't hide things from me, sweetheart. I can see it. You're not happy. But you've always only told me the good news and kept the bad to yourself, because you didn't want me to worry."
I opened my mouth to say something, but he raised his hand to stop me.
"Honestly, I never thought much of Edgar's family. Their situation wasn't great. But I saw how attentive he was to you, and I thought, at least after the wedding there'd be one more person in the world to love my girl."
"But now his heart's shifted. He's not good to my daughter anymore. I can't stand by and let him stay with you."
On that last sentence, he couldn't hold back. His palm came down hard on the table.
Seeing his face flushed red with anger, I felt the sting hit the bridge of my nose all at once.
When Georgette knocked his plate to the floor and called his cooking pig slop, he hadn't gotten angry.