
Wesley looking at the ground.
My hand opening the phone.
My training taking control before my tears.
And my father’s voice on the phone:
“Are you and June safe?”
That was the right question.
Not what you said.
Not what you did.
Not what it will look like.
Are they safe?
Every family should start there.
The Pembrokes started with appearance.
By social rank.
By names engraved in silver.
For whom he could humiliate whom without consequences.
I came from another school.
One where rank was no excuse to despise, but responsibility to protect.
Margaret wanted to show my daughter her place with a pet collar. Family
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