My In-Laws Threw Me Into the Rain

closet because I never wanted to forget where I came from.

Victoria lifted it with surprising strength and shoved it down the steps.

It hit the stone once.

Twice.

Then burst open on the wet lawn.

My clothes spilled out into the mud. Simple dresses. Jeans. Sweaters. A pair of worn sneakers. My nursing uniforms, folded neatly the night before because I had continue reading …