“Good. Good,” Randy coaxes. “Tell her how you feel, Ella. Let it out.” “I hate being at home. Hate it! I drink every single day because it’s the only way I can stand it.” I sit upright in the bed and point my finger at Mom. “You won’t make her leave. All I want is for her to leave. Do you know how awful she was? Your second daughter?” Mom is weeping now, but I can’t stop.
Damn
