The Table They Sent Us To
You can talk your way out of many things.
You cannot talk your way back into the place you held in a child’s nervous system before you taught her to flinch.
Lindsay stood there with her hand still half-extended toward a daughter pressed into the back of my knee, and for the first time all night she seemed to grasp the size of what she had traded, and for what.
“My attorney will call you Monday,” I told her, and I walked my children out into the night.
Chapter 13 — The Pier
The Pacific air hit us on the boardwalk, cold and salt-heavy.
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