Even if I’d known this was how my night out with Danny was going to end, I don’t know if I would’ve done things differently. The look on Daddy’s face when I walked in Grampa’s door was first a wash of relief and then murderous.

“Stop right there, Daddy,” I said, hands out in front of me, “Before you get mad, let me explain.”

“You walk in here at seven in the mornin, we had the police lookin for you. And your momma..." He paused, looking at my outstretched hands, "What do you think I’m gonna do to you?”

“I don’t know, Daddy. You look like you wanna slap me.”

“Have I ever hit you?” he asked with pain in his eyes, “Why’m I going to start now?”