Read an excerpt from In Another Life “What are you doing?” I ask when Dad pulls over at a con­venience store only a mile from where Mom and I are now living. My voice sounds rusty after not talking during the five-­hour ride. But I was afraid that if I said anything, it would all spill out: My anger. My hurt. My disappointment in the man who used to be my superhero. “I need gas and a bathroom,” he says. “Bathroom? So you can’t even come in to see Mom when you drop me off?” My heart crinkles up […]