“Dad — ”

“Did he happen to mention how he changed,” I said, “after leaving a four-year-old alone in an empty house?”

“I know what he did.”

“No.

You know the story.” My voice came up before I could stop it.

“I was there, Keegan.

I’m the one who walked into that house at seven in the morning and found you sitting on the floor eating dry cereal by yourself.

Your mother was dead and he was already gone.