Glass shattered against the wall. Yelling echoes through the house. A small two-story house built on top of a hill, looking down the ever-growing town just a walk down. I could hear the muffled cries, rare to only those outside the walls.
"Why are you crying?!" My father yelled. "Tell me why you're crying!"
His shadow was clear to me from my room. That long shape terrified me from a young age.
I could hear him making sounds around the house as he searched for the keys. The key to the car my mother made sure to hide in my room.
