My Sister Broke a Bottle on Me at Her Wedding

was watching me. Peter had both hands on the table.

I said, “Tell them what you did.”

My father began to cry.

Not loudly. Not like a man in pain. More like an old machine leaking oil.

“I made a mistake.”

Chloe shut her eyes.

Peter reached over and stopped the recording.

“That’s enough.”

“No,” I said. “It isn’t.”

I picked up the phone.

“You didn’t make a mistake,continue reading …