“Did you do this?” he said, low, shaking.

“Did you do this to me?”

For the first time in six years, I did not drop my eyes, and I did not soften my voice to protect his feelings.

“No,” I said.

“I didn’t do this to you, Gavin.

You did all of this yourself.

I only put in order the evidence you left lying around behind you.”

Chapter 16 — My Daughter