At Christmas dinner, my sister-in-law ins:ulted my wife until the argument exploded. Then my mother sl:apped my wife across the face and said, “You’ll always be trailer trash. Take your daughter and get out.”
Part 2 I watched my phone buzz across the motel nightstand. Emily was asleep, lying on her side with Lily curled up beside her. The room carried the scent of bleach, worn carpet, and...