“Jaclyn said if I told Daddy, the state would send me to a home with bad kids.”

“Jaclyn is wrong,” I said.

“You’re staying with me.”

“You promise?” he asked.

“I promise,” I said.

“You’ll never sleep outside again.

Never ever.”

He let his head sink back into the pillow, his eyelids drooping from the warm fluids running through the IV in his arm.