“I don’t know who sent this. I swear not to you!”
I pushed him away.
I got up. The living room seemed too small. His chest was too tight.
“I need you to go to sleep at Rachel’s tonight. Just for today. I can’t think clearly.”
“Dad, please!”
“Go, Lily. I beg you.”
He took his jacket and bag and left. I heard the door close gently, the way it was always closed, careful not to wake anyone up. That's when I collapsed forever.
“I need you to leave.”
For the next three days, I barely slept.
I called saying I wasn't going to work in two shifts. Mark showed up with coffee and said he looked horrible.
“Because I’m hell,” I said.
I left everything in the box on the dining table.
Mark said the man in the suit had a business card glued to the back of the photo.
