I have thought about burning it about nine times and I haven’t, and the reason is on the back.
Because on the reverse of that page, in the top corner, faint, in pencil, is a bit of long division in my daughter’s handwriting from a maths exercise book.
She tore the page out of her own schoolbook to write me a warning she was never going to give me.
I look at that sometimes. A child’s arithmetic on one side, and on the other side a photograph of a stranger’s front door and the sentence she’s mine.
Three men vanished and I spent a year and a half deciding it was because I was too much.
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