After I walked my 7-year-old daughter to her mom’s car for weekend visitation, she slipped a note into my pocket. ‘Don’t read until I’m gone.’ I waited five minutes and opened it. ‘Dad, check under your bed tonight. Grandma hid something there yesterday.’ I rushed inside the house and lifted the mattress. What I found made me call 911 immediately.
Every Other Weekend The Honda Civic’s taillights bled into the gray October fog, shrinking until they vanished completely—taking my heart with them for another two weeks. Thomas Vaughn.That’s the name on the lease. Forty-two years old. High-school chemistry teacher. And according to the State of Ohio, a weekend father. I stood in the driveway of … Read more