PART 3 They arrived at exactly 5:58. My parents had always been early when they wanted control.
Dad stepped out first, wearing the same navy blazer he wore whenever he wanted to look respectable. My mother followed, clutching her beige handbag like she expected the house itself to attack her. Brielle came last, sunglasses pushed on top of her head, lips tight, eyes moving across the stone driveway, the black iron gate,…
