“My daughter. Luna. That night, she texted…thanks for keeping Donnelly’s story from that night on Halloween safe and thanks for protecting him.” He chokes up, but it’s choking me up too. His hand is against his mouth before he reads, “I love you. To Thebula and back again.” His voice cracks, and he clears his throat to say, “We joked about tacos.” He sniffs, nodding. “That’s what kept me together all night.” He wipes the corners of his watery eyes fast. “Then I heard you slept with her and strangling you seemed more satisfying than a bottle of Macallan.”
