I Begged My Parents to Care for My Newborn After a Truck Accident. At 2 A.M., the Uncle They Dismissed Walked Into My Hospital Room.
‘I know,’ he said.
We finished the meeting without resolving everything.
Later I sat on the porch while Richard brought me tea.
He did not attempt to explain his choice again.
We watched the afternoon fade over the fields.
Finally I said, ‘I don’t know yet what to do with all of this.’
‘You don’t have to know today.’
My father, meanwhile, had sent Maren a letter warning that my accusations could damage the family business.