Chapter 10

Tuesday. 3:52 p.m. Grant was already there when we arrived at the family center. He was sitting on the steps outside in a cheap gray sweater, holding a paper bag. Clean-shaven. Sober. He jumped up when he saw our car, then stood very still, like he wasn't sure he was allowed to move. Lily clutched my hand. She hid half behind my leg. "Hi, Lily-bug," Grant said softly. She didn't answer. The visitation room was bright and cheerful, full of toys and beanbags. A supervisor named Marcus sat...