I set down my phone and returned to cleaning up, methodical and efficient, the same way I approached everything. There were contracts to review tomorrow, meetings to prepare for, a company to run.
The past was settled. The future was mine to shape.
And if my father spent the rest of his life regretting his inability to see his daughter clearly, well, that was simply the natural consequence of his own choices.
Some people called it cold. I called it clarity.