DAISY

The living room of my parents' house was silent. Sunlight came through the tall glass windows, lighting up the cream armchairs, the dark wood coffee table, and the quiet faces of the three people sitting across from me.

My father sat on the left side of the gray sofa. His hands rested on his knees, and his shoulders were tight. My mother sat beside him. She was moving her silver bracelet around her wrist over and over again. Brian sat on the edge of the leather chair across from me. His elbows rested on his thighs, and his eyes were fixed on my face.

I sat straight in my...