My Father Texted Me at 2:43 A.M. to Say I Was Dead to Him

he looked like a kid. He’s thirty-one. He looked twenty.

“Can I come in.”

“Yeah.”

He sat on my couch and he didn’t take his coat off.

“Mom told me,” he said.

“Okay.”

“All of it.”

“Okay.”

“Eight years.”

“Yeah.”

He nodded for a while. Then he said, “The company’s done. Even before this. The company was done in October. I just – I didn’t tell Dad.”

“I know.”

He looked continue reading …