ignored calls.
I cried remembering countless times I’d explained his absence to Lily.
Daddy’s busy.
Daddy had a meeting.
Daddy wanted to come.
Daddy loves you even when he can’t be here.
For years, I’d translated David’s selfishness into explanations our daughter could bear.
And she’d died while I was still trying to bring him back.
The next morning, Margaret called.
«Nathan spoke with someone.»
«Who?»
«A federal contact.»
I closed my eyes.
«Am I in trouble?»
«No.»
That surprised me.
She continued.
«But there’s already an investigation.»
I opened
