THIRTY EIGHT

MAY

Edmond was right. His father exuded an energy of power. It was uncanny. It reminded me of my mother. Something about making that connection made me feel like a horrible person. I knew what it was like. I knew what it was like to be in Edmond’s shoes.

“I remember being given a condition. Forget my dreams or walk out of your life.” Edmond clapped back.

“You are not the only one with a green memory,” His father continued, refusing to let Edmond have the last word. “You selfishly chose yourself instead of this family. So don’t you act like you were ostracized!”

The dining room was ridiculously long and the Patriarch of the Walters family sat at the extreme end with his wife beside him. We made sure to leave a chair empty when we picked our seats. A seat Ronald, Edmond’s brother now sat in. But the length of the table and the space we believed we left open was not enough to stop any of Mr. Walters' assault.

“That is about enough!” Mrs. Walters slammed her hands on the table. Silence en