Joseph reached across the table to grab the Parmesan cheese and on impulse I grabbed at the glass of milk he spilled over. My mind flashed to what happened when a glass was spilled at my house, and the daydream I had immersed myself in about Paul’s family quickly dissipated. I couldn’t watch Joseph get hurt. Paul didn’t move from his spot at the table, making no attempt to shield Joseph from his dad. I immediately went into protective mode. “Joseph, come with me. We’ll go in your room.” The pitch of my voice rose in panic. I couldn’t watch Lou hit him or shove him into a wall. I didn’t want to
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