Lyla

Grabbing Shane’s arm, I tugged him back behind me as the thundering steps of my brother rattled the baseboard above us, my heart beat picking up with each one.

It wasn’t often that I had contact with my brother even when I still lived here. I’d come to the conclusion that suffering through any of his man-baby tantrums only fueled my grief within this family and putting any energy toward trying to better him wasn’t ...