Confusion replaced anger.
I parked a block away and crept closer, hiding behind a tree.
My younger brother stepped outside, and they exchanged some quiet words.
After that, he led her inside.
My chest tightened—what could they possibly be hiding from me?
I rushed to the window and peered through a small gap in the curtains.
Inside, I saw my father lying in a hospital bed we’d set up in the living room.
