I Drove Two Hours To My Lake House Expecting Silence Until I Opened The Door And Everything Changed

“Bella—”

“Get out of my house. Right now.”

They left, my mother’s protests trailing behind her, my father’s hand on her back guiding her toward the car. I stood in the doorway and watched until their taillights disappeared around the bend, dust rising from the gravel.

I sat on the porch steps and called my best friend Jessica.

Twenty minutes later I had continue reading …