Three Days Before the Casket Was Delivered, My Son Asked Me to Sign a Document
I put the receiver down on the counter, then lifted it again.
“No, Julian.
I’m not signing a thing to get you out of that cell.”
His jaw clenched and unclenched.
“You’d leave Chloe without a father?”
“She isn’t without a father.
Her father is sitting in jail.”
He struck the glass with his open hand.