“That walk is for real dads, Kay.”Travis said it with his fork resting on the edge of his plate. The way he sets it down when he’s about to say something he practiced in the truck on the way home.It was a Tuesday supper in the middle of October. Two days before senior night.I’d made tater tot hotdish. It’s the one thing all four of us will eat without a discussion.Kaylee had asked him the way she asks everything. Straight out and a little too fast. Like she wanted the question over with before she lost her nerve.“Will you walk me out Thursday?”And then Travis said the rest of it.“I don’t want to take something that isn’t mine. That’s for your dad. If he ever shows up. It wouldn’t be right for me to stand in his spot.”
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