What’s wrong, Tucker? “Thirty-three years.” Child, he’d rather you shout in anger than say nothing at all. Above me, the pigeons cooed, flapped, and fluttered about. I sniffed the air for the smell of Cornhuskers and tried to remember the words. “Miss Ella, I don’t know where to start. Everything is upside down and has been for a long time. Sometimes I look at Jase and I hurt because I used to be just like him: so curious, completely trusting, full of wonder, so honest, so transparent, eager to forgive, quick to laugh, and willing to risk his heart on love—even the love of a father.” What
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