And angry for the father I almost became.”

I watched the courthouse shrink in the mirror.

The court would determine criminal responsibility from admissible evidence.

I could not control that.

What I could control was the door I would open when Tessa came home from school, the way I would answer her questions, and whether I would ever again ask her to be polite to someone who scared her.

When we reached Lauren’s house, Tessa was making a card for her teacher.