My hands are shaking. I can't barely see because of my tears. I can't help it. Why is this happening to me as if a huge rock fell on my chest, as if I was trapped in the four corners of this house and no one wanted to talk to me and as if my dirt was dirt?

It's been two days since the incident. I don't know where to start, just what people who know me will say. If I disappeared suddenly and without warning, I would be even more gossipy about what papa did.

"Don't leave Penelope alone; who knows what else she'll do to that child," papa...