Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Tadhg move for the cupboard. Yanking open one of the drawers, he withdrew a knife, and without a hint of hesitation, he lunged. Do it. I sent a silent plea to the heavens above to give my brother the courage to just do it. “Get off my brother!” Tadhg screamed as he held the tip of the knife to our father’s throat, hand steady as a rock, eyes locked on our father.
