I stepped in front of the garage door.
« No, » I said. « You wanted the whole family here. Now you’re staying. »
Greg stopped so fast that his heel struck the phone he’d dropped moments earlier. The cracked screen scraped across the concrete.
« You wanted the whole family here. »
Behind me, Dad sat frozen on the television beside an unfinished crib. Nearly 20 relatives stood silent in the driveway.
Greg’s face had gone pale moments after I opened the garage. At first, I’d thought it was because of the furniture inside.
Then I’d seen the tapes.
One was labeled: « FOR CHLOE – WITH EVERYONE PRESENT. »
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