“What about my father?” “Did he use drugs?” “I don’t know. I don’t think so. We didn’t live with him.” Her voice wavered. “I couldn’t say.” “I’m sorry, I—” “It’s okay.” “I didn’t mean to—” “You didn’t.” “I wasn’t—” “I know. You didn’t. It’s not—It’s not that. I’m just . . . tired. And sort of going through a difficult time.”
