So while Dr. Stevens spoke on the phone, I stayed close.
I did not ask her to repeat herself unnecessarily.
I did not interrogate her about every night Diane had been in our home.
I did not make her responsible for helping me understand the motives of an adult.
She had already done the one thing I needed most.
She had told me.
That simple fact kept coming back to me.
She told me while I was chopping carrots.
She told me even though she had been instructed to keep the pills secret.
She told me even though her first question after I asked to see the bottle was whether she was in trouble.
She told me even though, according to her, those pills had been connected to the frightening idea that her behavior could determine whether Daddy stayed.
