“Shannon,” Dad slurred, shaking his head as if he was waking up from a deep sleep. “I didn’t mean to—” “Don’t fucking speak to her, creep!” Joey roared, taking a menacing step toward him. “I will kill you,” he seethed, tone deathly cold and terrifyingly sincere. “Do you hear me? I will slit your fucking throat if you so much as look at my sister again.”
