My dad saw me limping down the street with my baby and groceries and asked, “Where’s your car?” When I whispered, “His mom took it… said I’m lucky they let me stay,” Dad didn’t argue. He opened the door and said, “Get in. We’re fixing this tonight

has been taken.”

Patricia’s eyes narrowed. “Taken? Nobody took anything. We’re a family here. We share resources.”

I felt my stomach drop at the word share. It always meant I gave and they controlled.

Dad stepped forward slightly. “Which car?”

Patricia’s chin lifted. “Derek’s. It’s in his name. And since Lauren is staying here, we have household rules.continue reading …