John

I’m in shock. I don’t argue as I allow KiKi to lead me into her bedroom. This is huge; it’s huge for her. I’m not sure she’s 100 percent ready, but I’m allowing her to be in charge. After her trauma, she needs control; she needs the power. I’m patient. I’ve been patient, and I’ll remain patient; she’s worth it.

The faint light from the other room casts shadows in KiKi’s dark bedroom. At the end of her bed, she spins to face me, planting her palms flat ...