“I think it’s her da, Gibs.” Swallowing down my uncertainty, I looked my best friend straight in the eyes and said, “I think Shannon’s father is abusing her.” I was a mathematician by nature, and the common denominator in every problem I tried to solve regarding Shannon Lynch was her father. She said father. She told me that. I knew she had. She told me something about her fucking father. I just couldn’t be certain what it was.
