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of her wanted to believe—the part that remembered every
piggyback ride, every time she had wiggled in excitement
while riding in the cab of his truck. Roger, so much a part of
her that she heard his voice whenever she put on her warm
jacket or saw a semi drive by.
“Dad.” Beside her, Ash spoke, his voice finally calm. “Dad,
it killed us when you left. In a million years, I never thought
you’d do that.”

Roger nodded, waiting. Greta recognized the look on his
face. Shame.
“And I just don’t think I can trust you again.”
With that, Greta saw three balls lined up for the same
hoop ricochet off each other and scatter.

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