“I told your sister when she called that I didn’t want to talk to you,” said the man behind the screen door.
“I thought you might change your mind.” Dani’s eyes rested on his thin red-gold hair. “You know, you look a lot like our mother.”
“I look like me,” he said sharply. “And I’ve built a life being just me. My adoptive parents were all right, but they had their issues. I’ve learned to be self-sufficient. It’s easier that way.”
“I’m sorry,” she said.
He lifted a hand impatiently. “Don’t be.” He moved back into the house’s interior. “And don’t be calling or coming by, either,” he said as he shut the door.
Dani stood for a minute, staring at the windowless wooden door. Then she turned and headed down the sidewalk toward her car.
Behind her, a curtain moved slightly as the man watched her go.
Copyright © 2014 Loretta Miles Tollefson