Phantom

February 12, 1945

John came home from work sober, and with a stack of new books in hand for Sera. She loves reading, like I do, and when she saw them, she lost her mind with excitement.

She’s gotten used to seeing him less. First, because of his drinking and gambling. Then because of his second job. He told her he is now working for a big client on top of his business, so she understands his new hours now. Though we didn’t dare tell her who the client was.

I would be beside myself if Sera knew who John’s boss is, but John and I are both well aware of how children overhear all sorts of gossip from their parents.

After gifting her the books, he challenged her to a dance competition.

For the first time in so long, we turned on the radio and danced and sang together as a family. And when Sera grew tired, John had her step up onto his feet and he swirled her around the living room.

Sera was so happy, and she stared up at her father with so much love that it made my heart ache.

If I knew that he would come home like that every night, it would make staying with him easier. My heart has long since been stolen by another, but at least Sera’s would stay intact. Until she turns eighteen, that is.

Because then I will be the one to break her heart.