The Groundskeeper Handed Me My Father’s Secret Instead of His Grave

backward. “You let me think you were dead.”

“I know.”

“You let me go to prison.”

That one took him a second.

“I know that too.”

I wanted to smash the phone through the window. I wanted to hear him breathe so I’d know he was real. I wanted ten other things I couldn’t even sort.

“Why now?” I said.

“Because you’re out, and because they know you’re out. You need continue reading …