At 2 P.M., I Walked Into My Parents’ Backyard Expecting To Pick Up My 8-

room to make the call.

David answered on the second ring, his voice warm and casual.

“Liberty. Wow, it’s been a while. What’s up?”

I stared through the small hospital window at my daughter’s sleeping form.

“I need a lawyer,” I said. “And I need you to help me make sure my parents never get to pretend they did nothing wrong.”

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