“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…
We barely touched you.” Madison said, “Stop being so dramatic.” Sirens wailed in the distance, growing closer.
My father’s expression changed, uncertainty crossing his face. Let’s go, Tyler said nervously. We should go. They left the way they came through the broken front door. I heard their footsteps crunching on broken glass, then silence except continue reading …
