“I know!” Furious, I bolt to standing. My mother whimpers before me and I regret the anger. She’s been like this before, crumpled on the ground before the anger of men. My father. My brother. Now me. It feels like the ultimate betrayal. Perhaps it’s an anger I have inherited, but it’s no excuse. I sink down to the floor next to her and calm myself. “I’m sorry. I know. I know what I have to do.”
