‘Does he hurt you?’
‘No,’ she’d sobbed, ‘no, it’s nothing like that. It’s not my dad I live with.’ She’d wiped her eyes with her fingertips. ‘Bob’s my step-dad. I’m talking about my real dad.’
‘Listen, fathers are complex beasts. It’s not your fault, okay? Let me give you a lift home and you can tell me all about it. Alright, Amy?’
‘Alright.’
He’d opened the passenger door for her, and she’d melted into the seat.