The Knocking Started Right After She Told Me He Was Mine

than I’d thought. Broken veins in his cheeks. One front tooth capped badly. He smelled like diesel and old coffee.

“What do you want?” I said.

“What I’m owed.”

“By your sister. Six days after she gave birth.”

His jaw worked. “You don’t know the whole thing.”

“Then tell me the part where this looks normal.”

He took a step closer.

“I covered three months for continue reading …