She Tried To Dump Four Kids At His Airport Apartment At Midnight

Mark. Just let us up. We’re leaving the keys on your counter and going.”

“No,” I said, and the word felt foreign coming out of my mouth, heavy but solid, like something I could finally stand on.

“Mark Edward Collins,” my mother warned, using the exact tone that used to make me freeze solid as a teenager. “This is your family. Your sister and Luke have continue reading …