The Night My Father Locked the Door — And the Truth Tiffany Hid
I looked through the windshield as the courthouse disappeared behind us.
The memory of his deadbolt was still there.
But for the first time, I could place another sound beside it: my own voice saying no.
PART 14
Winter arrived without much ceremony.
Colleen bought a small artificial tree for the corner of the living room and let me choose the decorations.
I picked blue lights because they reminded me of the scarf Simone had made.
One evening, while we untangled the cord, she asked whether I wanted to write Dad a Christmas card.
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