like a sentinel.
“Leave,” he said. There was no anger in his voice this time, just cold finality. “You’re finished here.”
“Please, Dad,” I tried. “You know me. I would never—”
“Don’t call me that. You’re not my son anymore.”
I reached past him, trying to get to my mother. She turned her face away, clutching Stella as if she were a crime scene victim. Behind continue reading …
