At 2 A.M., a Hidden

truth in it.

But truth in the mouth of an abuser is just another weapon.

I leaned in.

“You don’t get to use my guilt to protect yourself.”

For the first time that night, uncertainty crossed her face.

The front security system chimed softly downstairs.

Victor had arrived.

My mother heard it too.

“Ethan,” she said, suddenly gentle. “Please. Let’s not do this continue reading …