Dad had known about an earlier prescription. A pharmacist had called the house, but he convinced himself it was an insurance mistake rather than face the possibility that Marissa was struggling with addiction. When I woke on Sunday afternoon, he sat beside my hospital bed in the same flannel shirt, looking years older. He admitted that fear of losing Marissa had made him blind. He said he had locked his own child outside and heard the deadbolt turn.<\/p>\n
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I did not forgive him immediately. I told him I needed time, and he accepted that without arguing. He contacted a lawyer, a social worker, and a family counselor. Marissa avoided adult charges and entered a ninety-day residential treatment program in Minneapolis, followed by supervised counseling. Dad drove her there himself. On my fourth hospital day, Ray visited, holding his cap in both hands. I took his hand and thanked him for saving my life. He only asked me to go to college and promised to send me a birthday card every year until I did.<\/p>\n
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