My Son Brought

my sister looked a little afraid of me.

Not because I was cruel.

Because I was no longer manageable.

“You’re going to regret this,” she said.

I nodded.

“I’ve regretted a lot already. But not this.”

She left.

I went to the restroom, locked myself in a stall, and shook for five full minutes.

Then I washed my face and went back to work.

That night, I told Caleb continue reading …