“DAD, CAN YOU COME GET ME?” MY 12-YEAR-OLD CALLED FROM THE SHOULDER OF HIGHWAY 9. 31°F. HER STEPFATHER HAD THROWN HER OUT OF THE CAR FOR “TALKING BACK.” MY EX-WIFE TEXTED: “SHE’S NOT WELCOME HERE ANYMORE. SHE’S YOUR PROBLEM.” I WRAPPED MY DAUGHTER IN MY JACKET. “GET IN THE TRUCK. WE’RE VISITING HIS OFFICE.” IT WAS TIME HE FOUND OUT WHO HE REALLY WORKS FOR. “DAD… WHY IS EVERYONE STANDING?”