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FORTY ONE
"Hey sweetheart," Dad said as he stepped outside to join me on the porch.
I'd been estranged from both of my mom and dad for about a week. Zach hadn't been to the market in a week, either, or I hadn't started to notice him. I still felt so stupid for treating him that way and then fleeing. It terrified me that he'd gone to such lengths just to prove to me that he was deserving of me. All I wanted was for him to get sober. That was it.
"I noticed you've been a little down lately," Dad said as he sat and rocked a few times. "Boy problems?" ”
"How come you didn't tell me?" " I couldn't help but inquire. "That his mother died?" That he'd gotten sober? That he purchased the plaza? ”
"You went through so much when he overdosed. I didn't want to reopen old wounds."
"I assumed he died."
"He actually died for a few minutes."
"That's not the same thing."
"He was in a coma for a while. We assumed he would perish. Then he
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