I even wondered if these were really my parents.
The second time I met Suzy, I was ten.
It was Thanksgiving. Suzy and her family came to my house for dinner, and our parents agreed to go on a trip to Aloria.
On that day, my parents had an emergency to handle, so Suzy's parents took me along in their car.
On the journey, they started arguing again. The argument became a two-sided silent treatment, and neither spoke to the other.
Suzy and I sat in the backseat, frightened by the tense atmosphere in the car. We did not dare to say anything either.
Suddenly, Suzy reached out to her mother, who was in the front passenger seat. "Mom, don't be angry."
Her mother was still furious. She whipped out a hand to push her away just as Suzy retracted hers—the motion was too forceful and ended up slapping Suzy's father in the face.
Suzy's father was furious. He lunged at her and struck her across the face.
Just as he let go of the steering wheel, a large rock slid down the slope.
By the time
