One Scrap of Paper from Oak Creek Hospital Rewrote Thirty-Four Years of What My Family Remembered
“He knew you were pulling two shifts at the commercial laundry,” I said.
“Sixty hours a week,” Claire said softly.
“He told the judge I was unstable because I couldn’t pay for private daycare while I worked the line.”
I read down to the bottom of page forty-four, where Frank’s lawyer had asked him whether he was ready to give a four-year-old child a permanent home.
“He promised the court he had family behind him,” I said.
“He named Gene as his character witness.”