Part Two: What I Thought I Was Driving Into

I was on a plane out of Ontario at 11:40 that morning and on the ground in Dallas at four and at the hospital in Tyler at six-fifteen in the evening, still in uniform, because I had not been back to my quarters.

Twenty hours from the call to the door of the room.

In those twenty hours I built four theories, and I am setting them out because being wrong about all four is the only reason I handled the first week correctly.

The first was that my daughter was confused.