I Came Home From Work and Found My Baby in a Condition I Will Never Forget – The Archivist

permanently. Rachel smoothing her hair back into place like she was recovering from a minor social awkwardness. My mother rolling her eyes, glass still in hand. My father behind them flexing the hand I had clawed at, his expression not horrified, not ashamed, but irritated, the look of a man whose authority had been challenged.

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