away from the curb. Only then did I finally let myself breathe.
They believed em.bar.ras.sing my daughter was simply a game.
Very soon, Monica would discover how mistaken they were.
Soon, she would receive a letter and nothing would ever feel the same again.
If you’ve ever wondered how it feels to grow up as the family’s black sheep, let me spare you the suspense.
It’s like being invited to a gathering where everybody else understands a joke you don’t understand, and somehow the punchline is
