06-08-08| 3:28 am
I am telling the truth now. When I was sixteen, my father disappeared for three days. I wrote about it. I haven't reread that entry. For all I know, my mother knew where he was and didn't tell me. I never found out. He came home.
It was the feeling I had. That something terrible happened but probably didn't. That I would probably be lucky, what if I wasn't, but I probably was. That feeling. I haven't remembered this is years but tonight I am.