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

had stopped receiving coherent instructions from his mind.

“This isn’t filed,” he whispered, trying to find footing somewhere. “You’re bluffing.”

“It’s ready,” I said. “That’s enough.”

He started crying.

Actual crying, not controlled emotional theater.

I think it was the first real thing I had seen from him since I found Lily.

“Please,” he said. “Please continue reading …