"The idea of Dad suddenly dying... it’s like imagining the ground disappearing beneath me. He’s always been my constant, the one person who has kept me tethered amidst all the chaos. If I lost him, I would feel like a part of me was gone, too.
But knowing Dad—his suspicions, the way he always seemed to be bracing for something—his death wouldn’t feel like an accident. I would start questioning everything. Who would want him gone? Why now, just as I’m on the brink of something bigger with my...