At 6 A.M. My Daughter Texted Me About the Money She Took and Said She Was Gone for Good

have me protect you from what comes next.”

I ended the call.

That night I poured a glass of red wine I had been saving for a special occasion and sat on my balcony in the dark. The notifications kept arriving. Calls from Lucy, messages from Richard, a voice message I listened to once and then deleted. With each one I felt the distance between the woman continue reading …