At my graduation dinner, Dad slid my acceptance letter back across the table and said I would not be attending the seven-year BS/MD program I had earned a place in. – Welcome

home.”

“Call the police.”

“No.”

“Mom, call the police.”

“He hasn’t done anything.”

Then I heard a cabinet slam in the background.

Richard’s voice followed.

“Who are you talking to?”

The line went dead.

I called 911.

Megan heard me and rushed into the room.

“What happened?”

“He’s at the house.”

Her face went pale.

Sophie looked up from her homework.

“Grandma?”

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