My 16-year-old daughter was terrified when my father-in-law threw her out at midnight and gave her room to her cousin.

“That’s not the same.”

“No,” Daniel said. “It isn’t.”

She stayed quiet for a moment. “Do you regret cutting them off?”

Daniel looked at his daughter. She was taller than Rachel now, with tired eyes that were beginning to brighten again. She still checked the locks at night, though not every night. She still hated sudden shouting, but she laughed loudly continue reading …