Every Time My Daughter Came Home Unresponsive, My Husband Told Me Not to Worry. The Recording in Her Backpack Revealed Why.
There would be time to understand that.
For now, I wrote another date in the notebook and made sure the doctors knew that it belonged to the same story.
PART 5
The social worker, Mr.
Brooks, did not begin by telling me what I ought to do.
He asked about practical things.
Did I have a place I could stay?
Did Carter know my passwords?
Was the car I drove registered in his name?