Yes,Reyawasgrownnow.Shehadajob,anddatingwasnothingbutnatural.YetLu,liketlessfathersbeforehim,couldnotquietthefearthatghim:thethoughtofhisdaughterwounded,diminished,harmed.Hecould.
Especiallynotwiththeimagesthathauntedhim—Julian,theboyscarredanddisfiguredsincechildhood—andthatgreasy,pig-facedmiddle-agedmaheverythoughtcwedatLu''''''''schestuntilitached.
Sohedidtheonlythiohim,theonlyactoflovehecouldstillmanage:hestruckReya''''''''snamefromthereport.
WhenLufinallyturhefile,thepaperweighedinhispalmheavierthanlead,heavierthanguiltitself.
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Foratime,lifehadbeenunnervinglystill.Withnoassigsoutinthefield,nodoor-to-doorinquiriestorun,Junhadlittletooccupyhimself.Yetthatfainthuhimlikeanant,chewingathishoutpause.
Oneevening,justasheaguptoleavework,hisphoup.
Ma''''''''amLee.
Shehadbeenhisfather''''''''sbrighteststudent,andinmanyways,hadwatchedhimgrowfromaboyintoaman.
"Jun,isthisagoodtimetotalk?"
Hecastagncearoundtheoffice.Withoutanswering,heslippedoutoftheoffidintoasteroomatthefarendofthehall.
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