The Night My Father Locked the Door — And the Truth Tiffany Hid
I told her to keep going until she found help.
And I told her that one locked door did not get to decide the rest of her life.
PART 24
The following autumn, I moved into a college dormitory with my green backpack hanging from one shoulder.
Colleen carried a box of dishes.
Margo brought a small first-aid kit and told me to learn the name of the campus health center before I needed it.
Simone complained that I was leaving her with no one to share terrible jokes during exams.