The Night My Father Locked the Door — And the Truth Tiffany Hid

“No,” I said.

“Tiffany lied.

You locked the door.

Those are two different things.”

He opened his mouth, then shut it.

I got into Colleen’s car.

She didn’t tell me I was brave until we had driven away.

Then she said, almost to herself, “Your mother would have loved that answer.”