I grip the banister with my good hand, testing my weight. Each step sends bolts of pain through my leg. Sweat breaks out across my forehead, my back. By the time I reach the little alcove between the kitchen and living room, I'm trembling and gasping for air.
I'm also wondering how the hell I got here.
Grams is listed as my emergency contact. Hope is my backup, followed by literally anyone else on the planet, then my dad. So why am I here? How'd we get that far down the list?
My grandmother isn't exactly in a position to take me in, but she knows I'd rather be stripped naked and left on the side of the road than be released into the custody of my father.
But it doesn't take a genius to put the pieces together. For all his faults, Daddy has never been stupid. He keeps his ear to the gro
