“That’s not — ”

“You’re their dad too,” she said.

“If you actually cared about us, you wouldn’t be sitting here begging one of your kids to help you split the other two off.

You wouldn’t make it a deal.

Dads who love their kids don’t do that.”

I want to be careful not to make Willa sound like a speech in a movie, because she wasn’t.

She was a fifteen-year-old who bit her nails and left wet towels on the floor and cried at commercials about dogs.