PART 3 My daughter abandoned her autistic son eleven years ago and came back just when he was worth 3.2 million dollars.
For several minutes, he wrote. No one spoke. Karla moved restlessly, crossing and uncrossing her arms. She no longer looked like an indignant mother. She looked like someone waiting for a trapdoor to open beneath her feet. When Ethan finished, he turned the tablet toward Laura. She read in silence. Then she looked at me….