I told my father that night. He didn\u2019t yell. He just sat very still and then drove to Iris\u2019s house. They talked for three hours. She cried and said she couldn\u2019t bear watching him be happy when her daughter couldn\u2019t be. He told her he had grieved every single day too. He also asked her to hand over the spare key to his house. Iris agreed to see a grief counselor, and the police gave her a formal warning.<\/p>\n
Jessica answered my calls again the next day and apologized for disappearing. My father wrote to every woman Iris had frightened away, explaining the truth. Most never answered. One did. Her name was Carol, the third woman he had dated, and she had kept the text, wondering. They have been together for a year now. Last Sunday, Iris joined us for dinner. She brought my mother\u2019s favorite cake. Carol cut it. My father thanked her for coming.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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