My Father Took My SUV For My Brother Until I Walked In And The Room Went Silent

moving east on Route 9 at seventy miles per hour, and its trajectory, when I zoomed out, led directly toward the casino district forty minutes south.

Martinez looked at the screen over my shoulder, and I watched his face complete the picture.

“He’s going to the casino,” I said. My father had invoked the baby’s need for transportation. Lucas was using continue reading …