My parents forced me to cook and clean all weekend for my sister’s party with 50 guests.

across the window. A car door slammed.

Madison turned, panicked. “That’s Dad.”

“Good.”

“Emily, please.”

“For once, Madison, go home.”

I shut the door.

She knocked again.

I did not answer.

Five minutes later, my father called. I let it ring. Then my mother. Then Madison again. Then an unknown number.

I answered the unknown number because I already knew who it continue reading …