“My Ten-Year-Old Daughter Hadn’t Answered My Calls For Three Days, So I Rushed To Her Mother’s House And Found Her Locked Inside A Metal Enclosure In The Backyard. After I Broke The Lock And Pulled Her Into My Arms, She Stared At The Murky Swimming Pool And Whispered, ‘Daddy, Please Don’t Look.’ Beneath The Green Water, I Could See Several Black Bags.”

whispered, “He’d love it.”

That evening we gathered at my house, same house, different life — Lucy bringing dessert, Nathan burning the steaks, Sarah and her new husband, a school librarian with no fake identities or mysterious twin brothers, arriving late, children running through the yard. On the porch at sunset Emily said, “You know what I remember continue reading …