My daughter never returned home after prom—eleven months later, something I accidentally discovered hidden inside my son’s beanbag chair turned my face completely pale.

room to disappoint you.”

“You hid my grandchild from me.”

John stood in the doorway.

I turned to him. “Tell him I only wanted to protect her.”

John looked at the letters on the floor.

“Camila,” he said quietly, “sometimes you don’t give people room to be themselves.”

“Don’t.”

“I kept quiet because it was easier than standing between you and the children.”

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