He was waiting a long time. I had no idea what it said. There were a lot of big words that had my dyslexia saying 'LOL, not today, Satan' and some kind of diagram. I stared at it before shaking my head. "What does it mean, Daddy?"

"Do you - " Daddy breathed deeply. His mouth twisted before he carried on. "Do you remember the girl that Isaac said I had gotten pregnant?"

"Yes," I said, cautiously.

"I met up with her last week."

"Oh," I said. Oh. Oh. Oh. School kids had proved that words could hurt. They just hadn't prepared me for just how deeply they could cut....