“I won the dad lottery, for sure.” Then I added something that I’d never said out loud before—something that was so scary to verbalize that it made my feelings about the situation we were currently in—teetering above a vast valley below us, held only by a ribbon of guardrail metal—seem almost cute. “The camping trip was my choice,” I confessed to Charlie then. “Everybody else, my mom included, voted to go to the beach.”
