“Not really, no,” I say, clearing my throat. “What happens when the kid asks how I got my shadow? I can’t tell her the truth.” “For starters, stop thinking about the truth as a series of words,” she says. I don’t know what the fuck she’s talking about, but I like listening to her. “There are a million ways to show your child that sometimes the people we love most are the ones we wind up accidentally hurting.”
