you can’t tell us?” my mother snapped. “Are you cov
“Dad, please,” I begged. “I can’t explain right now, but one day you’ll understand—”
“Get out.”
His voice was ice cold.
“Dad—”
“NOW.”
Within an hour, I was standing on the front porch with a duffel bag and nowhere to go.
My mother stood behind the screen door crying.
But she never stopped him.
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