And my daughter said, “Because I’ve got something for her.”

I have gone back to that phone call many times.

There were about four things I could have asked and I asked none of them, and instead I said okay, and went back to a shift.

I am a supervisor at a produce distribution warehouse off Highway 99.

I have worked there for twenty-two years.

I run a second shift of thirty-one people and I am good at it, and the thing I am best at is knowing when somebody on my floor is about to do something they cannot take back, because I can see it in how they stack.

I could not see it in my own daughter through a telephone in April, and by the time I could, it was a Thursday in June and there was a wooden crate in a rented van in a parking lot in El Dorado County.