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Diana’s Point Of View
I reeled from Katerina’s revelations about my life. Amid a storm of my feelings, layers of complexity blinded me, and I saw my emotional pain spread out like a map of misery in front of me. What began as a bit of fun from the slip of my tongue, adding up Peter’s car shopping list, ended in an utter disaster, with Katerina describing why my father had run away.
I sat down heavily at the dining room table in shock and sipped a bourbon I needed badly. I stared at Katerina, who looked moved and probably the most emotional I had seen her since we met.
“You’re saying my father left because of me, Katerina.”
“That’s a harsh perspective. Your Dad stays away from New York to protect you. Other people are the root cause of his disappearance. Nobody has the right to determine your life outcomes, and if Ralph were here, those who want to control you would have leverage.”
“The CIA? Seriously? My Dad?”