“Sign the deed or I’ll sn:a:p your arm right here!” my brother screamed while slamming me against the truck outside Sunset Lavender Co. as our parents watched without emotion.
He slammed it into park and jumped out wearing a smug grin, holding a stack of flattened cardboard boxes like he genuinely expected to throw me into the street. My parents stepped out beside him like victorious conquerors arriving to claim spoils.
They marched toward me ready to take everything I loved.
