My Son Brought

red.

“That’s enough.”

“For once,” I said, “it is.”

He looked at me.

“You’re willing to destroy this family over one misunderstanding?”

I laughed, but there was no humor in it.

“You keep calling it one thing because you don’t want to count the others.”

My father stepped closer.

I smelled his aftershave, the same sharp scent he had worn my whole life.

“Your mother continue reading …