Every day…...

Jordan pulls his cigarettes from his backpack and taps one out. I hate it that he smokes, but he’s eighteen now, and I really can’t force him to stop, only to go outside. He puts the cigarette behind his ear.            “Dad, do you ever wish you hadn’t taken us to the playground that day?”            The question is sort of out of left field, and I realize he is thinking about Britt and what happened to her.
            “Every day.”
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