“Daddy… I was struck by a baseball bat by Mommy’s lover. “It will hurt more if I cry,” he remarked. While I was at work, my four-year-old son called me, his little voice shaking. “Daddy, please return home.”
The sound echoed through the telephone, heavy, definitive, as if something had crossed a point of no return inside that house that I knew so well. I tried to breathe, …
“Daddy… I was struck by a baseball bat by Mommy’s lover. “It will hurt more if I cry,” he remarked. While I was at work, my four-year-old son called me, his little voice shaking. “Daddy, please return home.” Read More