Cynthia Dion:

My lungs felt as if they were filled with fresh air once I reached my neighborhood. Before sharing what had happened with my dad, I needed to get inside my home and rest.

Despite some background noises, I focused solely on the path ahead at that moment.

My door was shut, a clear sign that my dad was now guarding Flora, suspecting that I had run away.

My hands were trembling as I started to knock on the door. I was avoiding eye contact with anyone who ...