“You’re my kid. I do love you, you know.” Nah, I don’t know. The love he had for me was buried underneath his love for drugs, and I didn’t spend time trying to dig it out. Now, it feels different. It’s like he’s been unearthing that love himself, without asking me to do any heavy-lifting, and it’s making this hard—sitting handcuffed in jail beside him, knowing he’s taking the fall for me.
