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

When it began raining against the windows, Colleen checked whether I wanted the curtains closed.

“No,” I said.

I watched the rain for a moment.

It was just rain that night.

I let it be.

PART 18

A few months later, the caseworker asked whether I would consider a short supervised visit with Dad.

He had complied with the requirements in his case, and the family-court process was reviewing whether limited contact could be helpful.