I Caught a Biker Carrying My Unconscious Daughter Out of a Party at 2am

1997. For not being there. For not knowing what my daughter was going through. For not asking the right questions when I called home from the base. I’ve been walking around for twenty-eight years waiting for a man with a crowbar to finish what I should have done to myself a long time ago.”

I put my hand over my face.

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