My Daughter Called From A Police Station At 3:17 A.M.—And The Officer Went Pale When I Arrived

“I’ll call every night,” she promised.

“You better,” Lisa said, voice cracking.

“Only if there’s drama,” I added, trying for levity.

She rolled her eyes.

“Dad, there’s always drama.”

That night, my house felt too quiet.

The string lights in her room still glowing through the open door, I sat in her desk chair spinning slowly and found the notebook she’d continue reading …