“(Thursday Evening, May 21) Andy drops me off at my house around two thirty. Nobody is home. So I drive to Santa Monica and work late. I leave a text, telling Lindsey I’ll grab a bite to eat at the office. I don’t try to say anything else. I walk inside our house sometime after ten. Again, there is a light flickering in the family room. Jennifer again is in the dark, watching television.
“Hello, Dad.” She doesn’t look up at me.
“I don’t think so.”
“So, homework all done?”
She sighs and shakes her head. “Dad, do you realize that’s the first thing you almost always ask me?”
“I do? Sorry. I’m guess it’s just because I’m a dad. That’s what dads do, isn’t it?”
“No. Mom doesn’t.”
“Yeah, well, there you go.”