he was crying, but then she realized that he was probably trying to regain his composure so that Andy wouldn't be even more worried when she saw him. She had seen Gordon cry once, and only once, before. It was at the beginning of her parents' divorce. He hadn't let go and sobbed or anything. What he had done was so much worse. Tears had rolled down his cheeks, one long drip after another, like condensation on the side of a glass. He'd kept sniffing, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. He had left for work one morning assuming his fourteen-year marriage was solid, then before lunchtime had been served with divorce papers. "I don't understand," he had told Andy between sniffles. "I just don't understand." Andy couldn't remember the man who was her real father, and even thinking the words real father felt like a betrayal to Gordon. Sperm donor felt too overtly feminist. Not that Andy wasn't a feminist, but she didn't want to be the kind of feminist that men hated. Her birth father-which sounded strange but kind of made sense because adopted kids said birth mother-was an optometrist whom Laura had met at a Sandals resort. Which was weird, because her mother hated to travel anywhere
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