She Helped Give Me Away—Now She’s Begging Me To Come Home As Court Approaches

morning air rushed in. The opening was tiny, meant for ventilation, not escape, but months of starvation had made me small enough.

“She’s taking too long,” my father’s voice boomed. “Break it down.”

I grabbed my bag from the ceiling and shoved it through the window first. Then I pulled myself up, shoulders scraping against the frame. The door shook violently continue reading …