Page 104 of Symphony of Salvation

I motioned to the book on her lap. “What are you reading now?”

She displayed the cover with a shy smile. A romantasy I’d seen much of the female population of Timber Creek toting around lately. “That is definitely not assigned reading.”

She grinned and shook her head, signing,Dr. Burgard has us studying parts of Dickens.

“Ah, yes. Be glad you aren’t in his grade eleven class. Winter marks the beginning of his deep dive into existential literature. He’s passionate on the topic. How was your date last night?”

Since Cody had been in the car when I’d picked them up, and the second we’d arrived home, Constance had done everything possible to avoid her father by going to bed immediately, so I hadn’t gotten a chance to ask.

Constance blushed but shrugged noncommittally.

“Come on. Don’t be shy. I’m not your dad. I want all the dirty details.”

She made a face.You’re my teacher.

“Not at six in the morning while I’m in my pajamas I’m not.”

She considered, staring at the book in her lap before signing,It was fun.

“Good. First dates should be fun.”

Dad hates Cody, doesn’t he?

“No. He hates the idea of you growing up too fast.”

She rolled her eyes.He treats me like a baby.

“He treats you like you’re the most precious commodity in his life.”

No, he doesn’t. He doesn’t even care about me.

I quirked a brow, and she looked at her hands.

“Cody’s a nice boy. You could do worse.”

She nodded, cheeks flushing.I like him.

“Have you ever had a boyfriend before?”

She shook her head.He hasn’t officially asked me out.

“He will. He just needs to find some bravery. It’s scary when you’re fourteen. Even for boys.”

Cody’s really accepting.She touched the scarf at her throat.He doesn’t care that I can’t talk.

“Can’t?”

She scowled, but I didn’t back down.

I don’t want to.

“I respect that, and I’m glad Cody does too. But remember, there’s a difference between can’t and won’t.”

I know.

“You’ll talk when you’re ready, and if you choose to never speak again, that’s your prerogative. I think it would be nice to hear your voice, though.”

She didn’t look so sure.Why can’t Dad be cool like you?

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