My husband pushed me down the stairs, and as I lay shattered at the bottom, my mother-in-law called my father and said, “Come get your worthless daughter and take her back.” Dad gave her only one warning: “If she has so much as a scratch, your family will answer for it.” They laughed at him because they had absolutely no idea who my father truly was.
You don’t have to fix anyone’s feelings.”
She reached for her fox.
“I don’t like when voices get big.”
“Neither do I.”
The next morning, she spilled orange juice and froze.
Her face emptied of expression.
“I’m sorry,” she said quickly.
“I’ll clean it.