The layoff had not created a shortage.

It had created an opportunity, a moment where he believed I was small enough, and frightened enough, to be walked on.

And he had taken it before I’d even hung up my sweater.

Chapter 3 — Six Years of Sunday Dinners

You have to understand what my parents had been to Damon, to understand the size of what he was doing.

For six years they had treated him like a son.