VINCENT

Several years ago,

"Vince? Wake up!" I opened my eyes at the sound of my mother's voice.

"You need to get up. Take your sisters to the closet and hide" she said, her tone filled with urgency. I was feeling too tired and unwell to do what she'd just asked. So, I continued to lie there.

"Please, sweetie. I know you're hurting. But, you have to hide. Your father is coming home!" She had tears in her eyes, her brows creased into a frown. I didn't want her to cry, so I dragged myself to a ...