When My Father Finally Fought Back

The ashes of my little brother Evan were dug up and devoured by the Teddy that Garrett—the scholarship student my mom had been sponsoring for five years—brought to our house.

My dad clutched the empty urn, sobbing so hard his whole body shook. He nearly passed out.

Through his tears, he gripped my hand and asked me:

"Aria, would you be willing to go somewhere far away with Dad?"

My mom rolled her eyes while holding Garrett, then laughed coldly.

"What nonsense are you spouting now? You've been sitting at home for ten years with no job and no money. Without me, how would you survive?"