PART 1
“Starting tomorrow, the three of you are getting out of my house.”
That was the first thing I said when I opened the door and saw my wife with our baby dangling from her shoulder, stirring a pot with one hand and wiping the sweat from her brow with the other, while my parents and older brother were still slumped on the couch watching TV and tapping on their phones as if the baby’s crying were just street noise.
