"What? Dad, no, we are going to be here. And you need someone here for you." Sam said, looking at him as she put her phone back in her purse. She knew he was doing this because of Deacon. Sam looked at Daniel. "If you don't want to talk to him, it's okay, Dad. You don't have to. I can text him and tell him we'll meet him downstairs or something."
Sam bit her lip. She could tell that he was nervous. Not that she blamed him. "I'm sorry, Dad, I didn't think about it, I mean, not really. I was thinking you needed food."