So, I went over to my parents’ house that day. The house I grew up in. The house that had never been much more than a prison to me. I gave my father that check and told him I was leaving town with my daughter. Then, I explained the documents I was in possession of, and that if he made any move against my sister or myself to bring us back, to prevent us from escaping him and that town, from moving on with our lives, I’d make sure he’d lose everything.
