While I was on vacation with my cousins, my phone lit up with one message: “Get on a plane home. Don’t tell your parents you’re coming.” When I landed, an attorney and two investigators

me how to braid my hair before my first school play. I thought about my father clapping too loudly at my high school graduation, embarrassing me in front of everyone. I thought of Christmas mornings, skinned knees, homework fights, the smell of Dad’s coffee, Mom’s lavender lotion.

None of it felt false.

That was the worst part.

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