The Night My Father Locked the Door — And the Truth Tiffany Hid
I imagined that kitchen.
The turned-off porch light.
The deadbolt.
“I don’t want to go,” I told her.
She put her hand over mine.
“Then we’ll make sure the people handling your case understand why.”
PART 9
Tiffany came to visit ten days after I moved in with Colleen.