It was Christmas break, and I was more excited than usual to be done with school. Daddy always picked me up from school, even though I was 18 years old. He didn’t like the idea of me riding crammed in the bus with all those other students, and he certainly wouldn’t let me drive a car—'cars will just take you to another boy!’ he’d say. “Hey, honey!” He said when I hopped in the passenger seat of his truck. “Hey, Daddy,” I...