My dad told us he was a mid-level manager at a parts distributor

bruises, burns, once even a dislocated shoulder.”

Ellie’s eyes widen. “And you didn’t say anything?”

“What could I say?” Mom snaps, her voice cracking. “He always made me feel like asking questions would put us all in danger. I thought I was imagining it.”

We all go silent. I stare at the letter again. Immediate relocation? Danger? What items are they continue reading …