At 2 A.M., My Father Texted: “Grab Your Sister And Run — Don’t Trust Your Mother.” So I Did.

able to explain the impulse behind, the same way you can’t explain why you check for exits in a restaurant or why you memorize the license plates of cars parked outside your house. Some part of me had always been preparing for something I couldn’t name. That part was awake now and running the show.

My sister Becca was twelve and slept like the dead,continue reading …