My father texted me, ‘To us, you’re already dead,’ and I only replied,

gave him deadlines instead.

Outside, Michael called me a destroyer.

Danielle told him to shut up.

That surprised all of us.

He turned on her. “You’re taking her side?”

Danielle looked at me, then at Isabel, then back at him.

“No,” she said. “I’m taking the side that still has receipts.”

It was not noble.

But it was a beginning.

My father approached me near continue reading …