Then I ran out of days.”
I lowered the letter.
Dad had lied.
He had decided what I was strong enough to know.
Mr. Lewis did not try to defend him.
The remaining documents verified everything.
Mom had agreed to a court order granting Dad sole custody and had rejected the visitation schedule he proposed.
She had chosen absence.
Dad had chosen secrecy.
Both of them had decided what I could survive without.
I lifted the photograph again.
A name was written beneath Mom’s daughter.
“I’m contacting her.”
