My Father’s Midnight Call Saved Us—But I Wish I’d Never Looked Out the Window

he would never lose. “You did good,” he said.

“We did,” I corrected.

Jay ran up—ten now, taller, steadier, his face carrying the particular expression of a child who has learned too early that the world contains things that can hurt you and has decided, consciously and courageously, to remain interested in it anyway.

“Dad,” he said, breathless. “Lucas continue reading …