Things Changed, But Not For The Better

I held my young daughter close as I cried and begged him to put down the gun. He stood at the doorway, watching and waiting. My parents were on their way to pick us up, but he wasn’t ready to let us leave, even for just a little while. It hadn’t been his choice, and I wasn’t allowed to make plans without his permission. Let me back up just a little. We now had a family, but that...