My Granddaughter Called Me At 2 A.m. From An Intake Office

heavy vine. “I keep thinking about all the times she complained about Emma,” he said, his voice low. “How I just nodded along. It was easier.”

“It’s always easier to believe the simple story,” I said, handing him a strip of cloth. “The truth is usually messy. It makes you do hard things.”

He nodded, tying the vine to the stake with surprising care.

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