Sewn in Success

g with silent sobs. He knelt, gathering her into a hug, the familiar stench of

spered, his voice rough wi

His father, a construction worker with a tenuous grip on sobriety, fueled his rage with cheap liquor, and his mother, perpetually working odd jobs to keep

epodge of hand-me-downs, bore the scars of their life – a chipped coffee table, a threadbare couch stained with mystery of God know