My uncle got out of prison, and the whole family shut the door on him—except for my mom, who hugged him as if someone else were to blame.

and ruin. Now, standing a few feet away, I was fifteen, grappling with a knot of confusion and a strange sense of dread. I could feel the tension in the air; it buzzed like electricity, almost suffocating. My heart raced as my mother darted from the curb to embrace him, and I could hardly digest the scene unfolding before me.

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