Daddy throws open the door, and my mommy snatches me up into her arms. “I told you not to be trouble!” Daddy yells at me. My eyes shut, and I wait for him to yell some more, but he doesn’t. “And you,” he snaps at the boy. “You’re on a strike, little man. Two more, and your ass is going to another new home. You’re Malachi Vize now, and the Vizes don’t step out of line, so get used to it.”
