“We are only having your sister’s family this year!” Mom texted. I typed back: “Have a good time.” When I refused to invite them to a grand Thanksgiving party at my house, my father broke my window and grabbed me by the throat, saying, “You think you’re better than us?” My sister had kicked me in the ribs, adding, “Some people just need to remember their place.” But…

stomach drop.

My father’s car was idling at the entrance with my mother in the passenger seat, Madison in the back, and Tyler driving behind them in his own vehicle. They’d found me somehow. They’d found me. I watched as my father pressed the intercom button. Rebecca, we know you’re in there. Open this gate right now. My hands shook slightly as I pressed continue reading …