"Dad, have you ever thought about leaving Mom?"
The noise of a spoon meeting the kitchen floor made me jerk my head up. Caught off guard by the question, Dad spilled some of his coffee onto the floor.
I stopped plucking the dead leaves off the flowers on the island. I turned in my seat to look at Mom who came in just in time to hear my question. Dad's gaze whipped to her and total panicky expression came over his face.
"What? No! Never!" he began to sputter as he laid his mug on the counter. "I'd never... How can you even ask me that kind of question, Fia?" he half-yelled at me and I winced. "You know how much I love your Mom."
Mom walked to the island and began putting the flowers in the vase she brought. Her expression was blank, like she didn't just hear Dad's proclamation of love.
