Echoes of a Nightmare
anket over everything. I sat at my desk, staring
son, my childhood fr
, booming through the floorboards. He was tal
's party. His
hiver down my spi
more like a nightmare that c
n the school bathroom. I heard
sneered, her voice dripping with something ugly. "He's no
n so drunk, or maybe even drug him, th
Ivy League, no
I was frantic. I told Kevin, begge
en Johnson. They were obsessed wit
furious and confused. He aced
public, screaming fit. There were rumor
turned all his gri
r to it. Then he did something wors
came. I w
oo much for my parents. They couldn'
etention. A stress-induced h
me a video on his phone. My parents, their l
g to my chest. The memo
the night before the SATs. Th
Tiff, t
ond c
all, cold smile
athletic bag slung over his shoulder. Mark,
wkwardly. "Just telling your dad abo
h, Miller?"
he bathroom: "My man isn't ditc
ice even. "Have fun with Tiff. I'm sur
rised, then pleas
headed out
at me, a little co
is time, things w
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