THE NIGHT ANSWERED ME
My daughter was all I could think about. But I didn’t even know where she stayed. I asked Joshua to check for me… her sister refused to tell me anything. He came back with directions. I held them in my hands like they were fire. One part of me wanted to go. The other held me back. What will you say when you get there? What if she’s living with another man? What if your child calls someone else father? So I stayed. Later that night, a commotion broke out behind the opposite house. Shouting. Swearing. Things falling. I woke up to the noise. Then I heard her voice. Rebecca. Midnight… and she was fighting. Not crying. Not defending herself. Leading it. Her friends were shouting her name, pulling her back, but she kept going — drunk words cutting through the darkness. One
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