“This is it. This is... it. For us.”

He sat next to me, looking defeated. I know he was disappointed in my decision. He had been trying countless times to change my mind. It wasn’t easy. I didn’t want to do this. He’s been there for me for years.

But for my own mental health, I have to.

I wanted to cry, but I held it in and choked on my words instead. Who is going to keep me company at night d...

This can’t be true.

Father wouldn’t do this. Right? He practically raised us like his own sons. He wouldn’t do such a thing.

Or would he?

My hands trembled as I continue to read the piece of paper we found hidden beneath piles of old encyclopedias. If it wasn’t because of my shit brother who needed old books to use as target practice, this piece of truth would have been buried forever under th...