Beneath The Surface: A Family's Secret

I just stood there, clutching th

floor, up my legs, and into my skull. It s

shed back t

the grit of the sand under my fingernails. I

nimal's hot, foul

, I remembered

and then a flicker of opportunity. When she shoved

ting rid of

und I had ever heard. It was the sound of my

y. They didn't

om. The phantom pain in my arm was so real I almost cr

my eyes, the t

ething cold and

p in my chest,

my hand. Kevin's jersey.

had meekly accepted the slap. I had g

y face. It felt foreign, lik

this

ey would be t

r and walked out of the laundry