Everyone in That House Was Counting on Him Never Walking Again. He Was Hiding the Fact That He’d Started To
“Where’s my daddy?”
Something closed tight in my chest.
I walked through the whole house.
Warren was not in it.
His car was gone from the driveway.
On the kitchen counter was a piece of notebook paper torn off a pad.
Five words, in his handwriting.
I wasn’t built for this.
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