I lied to my father, telling him I had failed so that he would kick me out of the house.
PART 2: Mr. Santos didn’t speak immediately. On the other end of the line, I only heard the low rustle of papers moving and his calm breathing, as if he had been waiting for this call for years. “Are you in a safe place, Dianne?” he finally asked. I told him I was. I didn’t…
