I had waited so long for those words that when they finally arrived, I didn’t know what to do with them.

I had imagined an apology would erase the hospital smell or let me look at rain without flinching.

It didn’t.

Dad said he was attending counseling and a parenting program.

He understood I might not want to see him.

He promised not to blame Tiffany for his own decision again.

At the bottom he wrote, “You don’t owe me an answer.”

I took the letter to Dr.