My Granddaughter Asked Me to Stop Sending Her Father Money and to Follow Him

away. “You know how it is.”

The door closed before I could answer.

I sat in my car with the engine running and Ivy’s whisper replaying in my ears like a loop I couldn’t locate the stop for.

Just watch him. You’ll see.

I drove home under a sky gone orange and purple and allowed myself, for the first time in seven years, to think a thought I had been keeping continue reading …