Ask Me Why

by Harloe Rae

Her giggle grates across my frying nerves. “I hope your big head fits through the door.” I give her the finger without a backwards glance.

My dad tells me we don’t need her. His heart beats twice as hard for me to cover for her part.”

“The triggers are a rolodex, spin the dial and see what pops up. Trauma is fucking hilarious like that. I’m a mess.”