“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.

Hard copy.

“I think I remember a book,” I said slowly, opening my eyes.

Gabriel took out a small notepad.

“Tell us all you can remember.”

“It was last Christmas,” I remembered, the memory forming.

Maya and I were going over to their house for dinner.

I went upstairs to the office desk so Maya could get some paper for her drawing.

“The door was cracked open a little.