It was just long enough.
“Sir,” the MP said, and his voice changed. “You need to come down here.”
I did not ask him what happened.
At my daughter’s fu:neral, my son-in-law leaned in and murmured, “You have 24 hours to leave my house.” I met his eyes, smiled, and said nothing. I packed one bag and disappeared. A week later, his phone rang.
