trust you, Daddy. You won’t let me fall.”
Susan stood on the porch in her yellow sundress, holding up the camera. Nicole looked up at me, gap-toothed grin, eyes full of faith.
You’ll always catch me, right?
“Always,” I’d promised.
I came back to the present on those cold basement steps. That little girl who trusted me—she wanted to take away my right to continue reading …
