I can’t explain how yet.

But I need you to trust me.” I did not understand, in that moment, how those last words would land on my father, how the phrase it affects all of us would strike something already raw and terrified in him that I knew nothing about.

I thought I was asking for their support.

I did not know I was pressing on the exact wound he had spent weeks trying to keep hidden from everyone, including me.

Chapter 3 — Get Out