At dinner, my parents demanded I apologize to their golden son or lose my education. I said, “Alright.” By dawn, I was packed. My brother’s face drained white: “Please tell me you didn’t send it.” Dad froze. “Send what?”
PART 3 Brandon slammed into the office door with his shoulder and vanished inside before anyone could stop him. Dad shouted his name with a fear I had never heard from him, not even...