I Said “Okay” And Packed Before They Knew What I’d Sent

5:48 a.m., my bedroom door flew open.

Tyler stood there barefoot.

His face had turned completely white.

His phone shook violently in his hand.

“Please…” he whispered.

“Tell me you didn’t send that email.”

Dad appeared behind him, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

“What email?”

Before Tyler could answer…

A piercing scream echoed from the first floor.

My mother’s voice.continue reading …