Not just that I would get her out.

That I would spend however many years it took to teach her to be trouble — to cry when she was sad and shout when she was angry and demand, loudly and without apology, every single thing a loved child has the right to demand.

She had learned to fold her shirts and make no fuss.

I was going to unteach her, one ordinary day at a time, for the rest of both our lives.\n\nChapter 14 — Check the Camera on the Bookshelf

The next morning, after Zachary left for work, his ex-wife walked into my bedroom without knocking.