Nobody knew.

How is it that nobody knew?” She was not angry.

She was something worse than angry — she was a good daughter realizing the depth of what she’d been trusting to a stranger and a spreadsheet without ever seeing it.

And I told her, because it was true and because spring was coming, “It’s not just your dad.

It’s the whole road.

And come April, nobody’s going to be watching any of their boxes.