Father daughter
The next day my wife was working a 12-hour shift at the hospital and I was home ostensibly keeping an eye on Clara, who basically came and went as she chose all that summer. My son Matt was off at the skate park again, as usual, and I was back in the garage, finishing preparations on Clara’s loft and hoping Alyssa didn’t find her way back over at an inconvenient time.At around noon, Clara came into the garage and said she was going to go over to her friend Beth’s house. I said okay, but then a...