Chapter 5

I had a dream.

In the dream, we hadn't moved yet. We were still living in our old house with its leaky roof.

The stench of the pigsty mixed with the muddy, earthy odor—that was the scent that always seemed to follow my dad around.

Mom was trapped in the pigsty, surrounded by that same stench.

She was barely clothed, with patches of skin showing—covered all over in dark, purplish bruises.

One day, one of Dad's buddies, Bill, got wasted and weaved his way over to the pigsty.

He flashed a crooked grin, yellow teeth and all, as he reached…