It is the day I was finally in the room.

Part Forty-Nine: What It Cost

I want to do an accounting, because I have read a number of these now and almost none of them do it, and the ones that do not are the ones that made me feel worse.

Twenty-three minutes and forty-one seconds, which is not a crime in this state or in forty-some others, and for which no document anywhere records a consequence.

Four to six months of my daughter’s brain.