revealing that her biological father had sold his legal rights for cash three weeks ago.
I could not drop that terrible burden on a seventeen-year-old girl an hour before senior night.
And I could not break the legal contract Travis signed without putting that man right back into our lives before Kaylee turned eighteen next month.
Travis had locked us all in a box built out of his own secret pride and foolish legal fear.
Kaylee picked up her jacket off the hall rack and walked out to her car without saying another word.
I carried the blue folder back across the driveway to the seed shed so it would be locked away safely until this night was over.
I stood under the overhead bulb, holding the signed release form in the seed shed while the evening clock ticked to five o’clock.
We drove to Oelwein High School in complete
