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

No mention of the house, or my mother, or Matthew, or what he was about to lose.

Just I was wrong. Please.

I held the phone for a long time. The bowl had soap on it still. I rinsed it, dried it, put it away.

Then I typed back:

“I know.”

And I put the phone face-down on the counter, and I turned off the kitchen light, and I went to bed.

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