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

and rage so fast it looked like a film running at the wrong speed.

“You called the cops,” he said. “You called the cops on your own brother?”

“You stole my car,” I said. My voice was shaking but only from adrenaline. “And you don’t have a license.”

“Dad gave it to me. It’s a family car. You’re being insane, Elina. Over a car. Over a stupid car.”

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