"There's nothing in there."
He's my dad. He wouldn't lie.
"It's just clothes."
I nod. Pull my covers up. Smile.
But, when it's dark and he's asleep, who's turning the handle?
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"There's nothing in there."
He's my dad. He wouldn't lie.
"It's just clothes."
I nod. Pull my covers up. Smile.
But, when it's dark and he's asleep, who's turning the handle?