I Said “Okay” And Packed Before They Knew What I’d Sent

light in pajama pants and an old thermal shirt, looking less like a father than a man who’d just realized the story in his head had ended somewhere else.

“We can handle this inside the family.”

I said, “You already did.”

Mom had come to the doorway now, one hand pressed to her chest. She wasn’t crying anymore. That was almost worse.

“Where are you even continue reading …