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

up. “You know?”

“Matthew. I read the filings. I’ve known since September.”

He laughed, which surprised me. It was a real laugh, the one he had when he was twelve and something genuinely caught him.

“Of course you did.”

We sat there a while.

“Dad’s going to lose the house,” he said.

“Probably.”

“Are you going to let him?”

I thought about it. I thought about continue reading …