After My Father’s

him. Memory hurt, but it no longer only wounded. Sometimes it visited.

Lily jogged over with her phone in hand.

“Carrie,” she said. “You need to see this.”

My stomach tightened out of habit.

She handed me the phone.

It was a news alert.

MILES HALE PLEADS GUILTY IN WHITAKER FRAUD CASE

I read the headline twice.

No explosion went off inside me.

No joy.

No triumph.continue reading …