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I may not have known why I felt compelled to go there that day, but I'll always be glad I did. Because that was the day I realized that my father was a monster. And it was never about me at all.

There'd been a time when I would have yearned for 100th of this beauty, but one of the many things about old age is that while aspirations of beauty may lie never, they sit well below aspirations of health, comfort, and absence of pain.

They must have moved away from the stairs because I didn't hear any more after that. But I remained where I was for a long time, shame staining my skin like a handprint after a slap.

Peter is instantly up in arms. "We should call the council," he says. Peter loves being up in arms. So do I, truth be told. It's a magnificent feeling. Superior-like.