“Put yr camera on. Wanna show you something,” he texted.
He walked around the grounds, showing her through video his old haunts—playground, tuck shop, Head's office. (“One time in eight years, gimme a break!”)
He went up Devil's Hill—he'd been forced to run up it weekly and slide down on sacks in winter.
“The days when no-one cared if kids broke things – teeth, limbs.”
Thousands of miles apart, but the closest he'd been to his daughter in years.