CHAPTER 16
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times … Jack couldn’t get the opening line of A Tale of Two Cities to stop repeating itself over and over in his head. He was parked in front of his old house, picking up his daughter for a Saturday of father-daughter frolicking. Earlier, he’d spent an hour on the phone with Steven Clark trashing his soon-to-be ex-wife for having a drinking problem and showing signs of being unfit for motherhood.
“Hi, Maya,” Jack shouted through the open window of his car. “Are you ready for a big day of fun and a sleepover at Mickey and Molly’s house?”
“Hi, Daddy,” she answered unenthusiastically. Maya looked overburdened both physically and emotionally as she stood next to the driveway with her overnight bag in hand and her backpack full of toys
