My Brother Arrested Me At Thanksgiving Dinner

my eyes. Past the family photos on the mantle where I’d been cropped out of the last three Christmas cards.

Just as we reached the foyer, the heavy oak front door didn’t open.

It exploded inward.

A gust of freezing November air rushed in, followed by the heavy thud of combat boots on hardwood. My family screamed. James froze.

Standing in the doorway: a continue reading …