Chapter 13

I didn't file them. I didn't tear them either. I put them in my bag and said, "I'll decide when I'm ready." He nodded like I'd handed him a life sentence and a pardon at the same time. He was discharged three weeks later. He didn't come to my hotel. He didn't send flowers. He didn't send lawyers. He sent an email. Written himself. I could tell because it had a typo. I would like to meet my son. Anywhere you choose. For as long as you allow. I will follow every rule. — C I chose Central Park....