It was more than a week before Cordelia was sure she wanted to try finding her mother. A week of Meri needling her with questions. A week of Dallas and his obnoxious friends driving her from the house. A week of her father stopping to watch her when they happened to have a moment together. He hadn't said anything more about her mother or the possibility of her leaving. She knew he was thinking about it, and after a week, she couldn't take any more.
"Dad? I want to find my mother. Will you help me?"
He smiled and nodded. "As far as I can."