Emotional Waterboarding

I turned to him slowly, already regretting getting in the car. “Dad. Please.”

He pretended not to hear me. “She suspects you’ve been… you know.”

“Don’t.”

He winced, like the words were physically hurting him. “Okay. Okay. She said… she thinks you’ve been… touching yourself.”

Silence dropped in the car like a bomb.

I blinked slowly.

My soul left my body.

“What?!” I screamed, throwing my hand