That is what I needed to hear, I told him, and I meant it, because for three years I had somehow believed it was not my decision, that the Friday money was a fact of nature rather than a thing I did, and he had just confirmed, trying to sound magnanimous, that it had been mine to stop all along.

Chapter 18 — These Two Things Cannot Both Be True

Danny came to my house with the printed records in the manila folder I had left with him, and he spread them across my dining table in date order, and then he laid his own phone beside them and began, one by one, to put my father’s messages next to the Fridays they contradicted.

Dad told me you stopped, he said, scrolling.