"You're a grown fucking man. She's a fuckin' nine-year-old. How is that-- Look, nevermind, I... Jesus," I say, the wheels in my head sticking, rusting up, fucking refusing to make sense of this, 'cause what the fuck.

I think about something like this happening to one of my girls and a cold, hard knot settles in the pit of my stomach.

"Where is she? Is she okay?"