I Let My Father Hear From My Lawyer Before He Heard From Me

your family hurt our kid.”

There are moments when anger comes in clear and bright.

This wasn’t one of them.

This was swamp anger. Thick. Slow. Full of old dead things.

I sat back down because my knees had gone funny.

“Did she comment?” I asked.

“No.”

“Did she call them after the post went up?”

“I don’t know.”

That one was true. I could tell.

I stared at the continue reading …