Father hasn’t forced me into the cellar in a long time, and tonight will be the last. I know it as well as he does. Earlier, when he tried to manhandle me down the stairs, I nearly overpowered him. And, for a moment, there was genuine fear in his eyes. A second where he realized that I’m no longer the small child endlessly grasping for the fickle love of my parents. I’m almost a man, one that’s all but as tall as him.
