“Goodbye,” Joanna whispered with a quiet sob.
She’d spent her lifetime trying to satisfy this man, who despite being her father, was a stranger.
Joanna thought back to other goodbyes. Her sixth birthday, when he’d split with her mother. The dozen or so times he’d bothered visiting her after the divorce. Her wedding day when he’d left for the pub after giving her away, rather than attend her reception.
As the heart monitor alarm rang, she wondered which goodbye had been most painful. And then, realizing it wasn’t this one, she left the room feeling slightly guilty, yet somehow at peace.