David
“Was that the night Grace was conceived?” I asked.
“It’s the only time we were together,” she said.
I sensed a sad despair fall over her, as if she had lost something precious. Years earlier I had suffered a loss so great it had completely altered my personality. I wondered how much Abby’s personality had changed.
To break a horse you get on him repeatedly, persisting in letting him know who the boss is—until he finally gives in. Raising children is no different. If you go over the mark with them, you can crush them. Had Abby’s parents, in the guise of paternal love, crushed their daughter?
I wrote the name Jimmy Martinez on a pad of paper. Then I wrote Waldorf High School next to it, with a big question mark next to it. I tore off the paper and gestured for Minerva to come near. She jumped and ran to my desk. I handed her the paper, tapping the words I had written. “Find him,” I mouthed.
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