“We Need Your Apartment For The Weekend,” She Texted—Without Asking

says he’s here to drop something off. Do you want him up?”

I hesitated. My apartment was still sacred space. But my dad had respected the park meetings. He’d followed rules. He’d tried.

Liam was on the floor building a Lego spaceship. “Grandpa’s here?” His eyes went bright.

“Yes,” I told Michelle. “You can send him up.”

Dad stood at my door—not with luggage,continue reading …