Sarah stops abruptly.
“Shit.”
Not again.
The new trail sign in the conservancy is torn down. The wooden post is poking out of the wood violets on the trail’s left side and the “Attention Park Users” sheet has been tossed …
I am happy to be going somewhere, anywhere, alone with my dad. At the same time, it doesn’t feel right, seem right. He never takes us places by himself except a memorable few times to the bar when Mom is …