The school called. “Your daughter hasn’t been pick…

been easier, in a way.

Just enough to remind me where his lies still lived.

“Is Daddy on his trip?”

“When is he coming back?”

“Did he know you’d find me?”

I lied.

And every lie felt like acid.

Because Daniel had made that necessary too. He had turned language itself unstable.

I could not tell a four-year-old, Your father committed biological theft and built continue reading …