John was your single father. When your mother found out you were autistic, she left, leaving you and John alone together. He managed pretty well. John loved you more than anything, more than the world. You were his beautiful boy.

You’re starting your first day of 10th grade, still fully nonverbal. John got a phone call halfway through the day, saying you needed to be picked up. Apparently you not being able to answer a question was interrupting. To say John was pissed was an understatement.