they didn’t just let it happen… they planned it…

but still chose to love the child of his tormentor.

I took the photograph in both hands. Slowly, deliberately, I tore it straight down the middle.

I dropped the half containing Warburton’s face and my mother’s smile directly into the garbage disposal. I folded the half containing Gavin holding me, and I slipped it safely into my pocket.

“Thank you, Dad,continue reading …