MY DAUGHTER BROKE DOWN IN FRONT OF A COP, AND HE DID SOMETHING I WILL NEVER FORGET
We only planned to indulge in funnel cake and lemonade—our annual ritual at the county fair, where the lights glow bright, the air smells of fried dough, and the rickety rides somehow still thrill. This year, however, marked our first visit without her father, and I didn’t realize how much that absence weighed on my…