That question told me everything.
“You did the right thing,” I told him. “Don’t worry about it.”
After making sure the doors were locked and that she felt safe, I told her I would call her soon.
Then I set off quickly.
Within minutes, I had arranged for a friend to look after my dog, booked the first flight, and packed everything I needed. I even grabbed a tape recorder; old habits die hard, and I knew the details mattered.
At three in the morning, I called Daisy again.
“I’m coming,” I told him.
He told me he was on the sofa with the lights on, trying not to be afraid.
“Stay there. I’ll be right there,” I promised her.
At dawn, I was already at the airport.
The flight felt endless; my mind raced through everything. I thought about my son, about how things had gone so wrong without me fully realizing it.
Neglect doesn’t always stem from cruelty. Sometimes, it grows silently through indifference and avoidance.
When I arrived in Asheville, I rented a car and drove straight home.
Even before we reached the door, it opened.
Daisy was there, in pajamas, with messy hair and a pale face.
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