My Family Toasted

game in the other room seemed to lower itself.

Aunt Carol stopped chewing.

My cousin finally looked up from his phone.

I felt every eye land on me, waiting for the show. Waiting for me to cry, shout, plead, accuse, leave.

That was what my father wanted.

He had dragged me back into the house I had outgrown to make me small in front of everyone who had ever continue reading …