Then the scream came. Just one long, anguished scream. A scream Charlie only seemed to use when her father had done something particularly fucked up. It went on for a long time and shook the house windows. It was such a strong scream that eventually their deaf sister tapped Max’s arm and asked, “Is she screaming?” Max nodded. “Yes.” “So I’m not the only one he makes do that?” Max laughed. “Nah, kid. You’re not the only one.”
