“Come get your worthless daughter and take her back,” my mother-in-law shouted my father as I lay broken at the bottom of the stairs after my husband shoved me down. “Your family will answer for it if she has even a scratch,” was the sole warning Dad offered her. They had no notion who my father really was, so they made fun of him.
“The next morning you said you would take it to your father yourself.”
Dad’s face contorted with terrible pain.
She failed to come to breakfast the next morning.’
“I know she didn’t,” Laura said quietly.
“Because her husband stopped her before sunrise.”
A cold shiver ran down my spine.
Fourteenth of October.
The day that is missing.