“I have to go to school,” I say to my dad as I’m getting dressed. “Courtney, don’t you want to talk about this?” He asks with a look of pity on his face. No, I will not be pitied in this situation. “Absolutely not,” I say, “I’ll see you at home.” I leave my dad’s office building with sex hair, and what feels like a broken heart. My school is a mile away, but I figure walking there will give me time to think. My dad not on...