We laugh at the boy in front of us because he’s fat and because our father left us to roam the park alone while he sits in Germantown drinking beer. I pick up a park map and hand it to Sloan because...

Did you ever wish, with every cell in your body, that you could run away? From home, from a person, from your job, from yourself? Physically or emotionally, on foot or purely in your own mind? In Alre...