“But you promised,” Ayn said, casting her most pathetic look.
“I know, and I will,” he said, “after I find out what Father Gheraeld needs.”
“This homework is due tomorrow morning,” Ayn reminded him, setting her elbows on the table and resting her chin on her hands.
Her dad slipped off the stool with an eagerness Ayn didn’t miss. He stood behind her stool and gave her a hug.
“Duty calls, sweet pea,” he said, kissing the top of her head.
He only used that pet name for her when he felt guilty, Ayn knew that, but it still stung, still felt like a rejection. She didn’t care about him helping her with homework, not really, she was good at math and could figure it out. She just wanted to spend time with him.