I Found My Daughter’s Note in Her Wet Backpack After I Picked Her Up From Her Dad’s — and Realized That Night Wasn’t the First

I stood in my kitchen and watched Maya doing her homework at the dining table, humming to herself.

“I’m not happy about any of this, Richard.”

“You ruined my reputation.”

“Your actions ruined your reputation.”

“You always wanted to get back at me for the divorce.”

“No,” I said.