I Overheard My Father’s Plan for Me and Moved My Money That Same Night

water or a book I’d left on the coffee table. I knew exactly where to put my weight to keep it quiet. I eased back against the wall, gripped the banister until my knuckles ached, and let the darkness hold me.

“How bad is it?” my father asked.

My brother Caleb sighed in the particular way he had, the one designed to sound like remorse without actually continue reading …