My Family Asked What Emergency Needed The Receptionist

was. I had spent years wanting them to be quiet, and now that they were, it felt like walking into a house after a fire.

Dad was standing behind his chair.

“How long?” he asked again.

“Eight years,” I said.

“Eight years what?”

I looked at him.

“Since I founded it.”

Tyler made a noise like he was about to laugh, but it died somewhere in his throat. He stared continue reading …