“‘She Shoved Me First,’ My Sister Sobbed — So Dad Lifted A BRICK And Slammed It Into My Knees On The Driveway

And that was when I saw the brick.

He had it in his hand like he’d walked out back and picked it up before he even came inside, like part of him had already decided what kind of lesson he wanted to teach. He was calm in a way that made my skin go cold. Calm meant choice. Calm meant intention.

April cried into my mother’s shoulder, eyes peeking over like she was watching a show. She looked satisfied.

“She attacked me,” April choked out.

My father’s gaze stayed on me. “Outside,” he said.