I never told my arrogant son-in-law I was a retired Federal Prosecutor. At 5 a.m. on Thanksgiving morning, he called: “Pick up your daughter at the bus terminal”.

perfect time to throw a massive, hysterical tantrum. She is completely unhinged, Eleanor. I simply do not have the time or the patience for this kind of garbage today.”

I frowned, gripping the edge of the kitchen counter. The uneasy feeling in my gut began to curdle into something darker.

“Is she sick, Marcus?” I asked, keeping my tone deliberately weak.continue reading …