Oliver grew up knowing him more slowly.

I had to make room for truths I did not enjoy.

Gabriel could love his children and still have manipulated Daisy.

He could feed Oliver gently during supervised visits and still have tried to exploit my exhaustion.

He could change some behaviors later without erasing old ones.

Those contradictions irritated people who wanted easy moral categories.

Children do not care about satisfying adult narratives.

They care: