Nightmare's Echo

LYRA

Crashing surrounds me. My instinct is to rush under the bed and hide.

They’re fighting again. Daddy’s always mad. Tonight, he throws his dinner against the wall and makes Momma eat off the floor. He always does this to Momma. No wonder she never laughs anymore.

Joseph pulls at his arm, but my father tosses him aside. It works. He’s not focused on Momma anymore. His foot is no longer at her