But then work became more demanding.
I often came home late. Even on weekends, I rarely put my phone down.
Emily was growing up, and I kept telling myself that she was old enough to take care of herself.
If she locked herself in her room, I thought, She’s a teenager.
If she was quiet, I told myself, It’s just her age.
If I asked whether everything was okay and she said yes, I never asked a second time.
Now I understand that it wasn’t trust.
I was simply looking the other way.
One Tuesday morning, I was getting ready for work when my phone rang.
It was the school.
Emily’s homeroom teacher asked in a calm voice,
“Mr. Wilson, is everything all right with Emily?”
I actually laughed.
“Yes. She should be at school right now.”
There was silence for a few seconds.
Then the teacher said,