“Can I say something now?” she said.

“Yes.”

“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to know either.”

I looked up.

“You think I sent that message and hoped you’d break the door down.” She shook her head. “I sent it hoping you’d say exactly what you said. And you did, and I was *relieved*, Dad. I turned my phone over and I slept better that night than I had in a month, because my father had told me it was normal.”

“That doesn’t make it—”