They Said I Would Always Come Last—So I Stepped Away And Let Them Feel It

wine bottle—my three-hundred-dollar offering that Brad had insulted—and poured the remaining vintage Cabernet directly into the potted fern next to my father’s head.

The dark red liquid splashed onto the leaves, dripped down the ceramic pot, and soaked into my mother’s cream carpet—the carpet I’d paid to have cleaned last month after Kesha’s baby had continue reading …