I Gave Away the Birthday Chocolates, Then the Screaming Started

the fine hairs on my arms stand up.

“Did you eat any of the chocolates?” Dad asked, his voice thin and frayed like it might snap.

“How much did you eat?” Evelyn demanded, skipping hello entirely.

“Tell me you tasted at least one,” Melissa said, already crying, her breath hitching like she was running.

I laughed at first, because I thought they were being continue reading …