On My 16th Birthday, My Father Gave Me $10 and Told Me to Leave. Then I Handed Him an Envelope He Wasn’t Ready to Open.

like I was the mistake instead of what he’d done to me. I folded it carefully and put it back in my pocket.

“Yeah,” I said, and surprised myself by meaning it. “I think I’m going to be okay.”

“Good,” David said. “Because we have a lot to talk about, and a lot to fix. But first—are you hungry? Because I’ve been driving for six hours straight and I’m continue reading …