I Came Home From A Double Shift And My Family Said They Voted About My Daughter Until I Said One Thing

hardened. “You’re never here, Hannah. You work all the time.”

“I work,” I said, “because bills don’t care about feelings. Where is she.”

Allison said it casually, like a weather update: “She’s with her dad.”

The air left my chest.

“With Steven,” I said.

My mother nodded like she had just solved a math problem. “Where she’s supposed to be.”

“My seven-year-old continue reading …