“But I don’t wish away June.

Or the person I became.”

He nodded, and we locked the door behind us.

PART 20: What June Came to Understand

By the time June was nine, she had her own opinions about the history of our family.

She no longer asked whether Warren was her real father.

She called him Dad when she felt like it and Warren when she was frustrated.

She called me Mom, which was the only title I had ever needed.