Echoes of a Nightmare

anket over everything. I sat at my desk, staring

son, my childhood fr

, booming through the floorboards. He was tal

's party. His

hiver down my spi

more like a nightmare that c

n the school bathroom. I heard

sneered, her voice dripping with something ugly. "He's no

n so drunk, or maybe even drug him, th

Ivy League, no

I was frantic. I told Kevin, begge

en Johnson. They were obsessed wit

furious and confused. He aced

public, screaming fit. There were rumor

turned all his gri

r to it. Then he did something wors

came. I w

oo much for my parents. They couldn'

etention. A stress-induced h

me a video on his phone. My parents, their l

g to my chest. The memo

the night before the SATs. Th

Tiff, t

ond c

all, cold smile

athletic bag slung over his shoulder. Mark,

wkwardly. "Just telling your dad abo

h, Miller?"

he bathroom: "My man isn't ditc

ice even. "Have fun with Tiff. I'm sur

rised, then pleas

headed out

at me, a little co

is time, things w