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I turned. Diane was already halfway down the block, her heels sharp against the pavement, not looking back. My father stood a few feet from me with his hands in his pockets. He didn’t look like the man who always had a plan. He looked like a man who had run out of them.
“I didn’t know how else to do it,” he said.
“What part?”
“The part where I lose everything.continue reading …
