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I shared them. Dad continues, “I have coffee with

him once a week.”
“Wait. What?”
Dad chuckles. “Listen, Jack. I wanted to talk to
your mom first, but since you’re here, there’s some-
thing I want to tell you.”
Finally, the moment I’ve been waiting for.
“Okay.” I press the phone closer to my ear and wait
for Dad to tell me exactly where he is and what he’s
been up to and how much he’s missed me and when

I can finally see him again.
After an extended pause, he spills out, “I’ve found
someone.”
“You mean George?”
“No, Jack. I mean, someone. Special.”
The words punch me in the gut. My eyes water at
the impact. “George was special,” I hear myself say.

“Of course he was, Jack. But—”
“What are you doing on my phone?!”
I yelp in surprise as Mom yanks the phone from
my hands.
“Who are you talking to?” she barks.
“It’s Dad,” I tell her.
Her whole face contorts with disgust as she
speaks into the phone. “What part of ‘supervised

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