I Left Before Sunrise and Let the Truth Wake Them Up

he might throw up.

Nobody noticed me at first.

The kitchen window over the sink was still black. Dawn hadn’t properly started. The coffee maker kept doing that wet clicking noise at the end of a cycle. Mom had dropped a spoon at some point and it lay on the tile under the table.

Small things.

Those are the things I remember.

Dad looked up first.

His face continue reading …