Chapter 11

I still remember the last time I saw my mother. I was eleven, just entered middle school. I laid in bed that night, unable to sleep when I heard the shouting. Mom and dad were arguing again. It seemed to happen quite a bit around that time.

Lucy and Shawn were just born, and I loved sneaking in to watch them sleep. I was overjoyed to have a sister in this house of boys. I pictured us doing all the things I was deprived of as a kid and couldn't wait until she was old enough to do her nails.

Having nothing else to do at such a late hour, I crawled silently out of bed and crept down the hall from Mom and Dad’s aggressive voices to my siblings’ room.

Liam and Jonatha