23. Please. [Part 2]
“s**t!” Dad’s shout snaps me out of my head and I watch him grab his phone and start typing furiously. “What are you doing, Dad?” “Looking for a second opinion—one that gives faster results.” “It’s only fifteen days,” my sister tells him. “They’ll have the results in fifteen days.” “Fifteen days?” my mother sobs. "Let’s go," my dad says, reaching for my sister, but I shoot up like a spring and pull her out of his grasp. “What the hell are you doing?” “Watch your tone, Dominic. I’m at my limit today.” “Oh, like you give a damn,” I yell. “We all know you become useless when something bad happens.” His jaw tightens with rage. I’ve never spoken to him like this before. “Dominic,” he says, closing his eyes, breathing hard. “God help me, Dominic, I’ve never hit you, and I’ll never for
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