“One night, Izzy comes home, and I hear her in the kitchen. I go in there, and she’s got a bottle of Dad’s whiskey. She’s cryin’.” Fury sounded surprised. “Izzy wasn’t the cryin’ kind, and I see her face is all messed up, and she’s favorin’ an arm.
“‘What happened?’ I ask her, and she says, ‘Didn’t fight him off good this time,’ and I knew she meant her dick boyfriend. I did know. But all I could think about was my old man passed out in front of the TV. Like it was all his fault, what this other boy had done.” Fury’s next breath shuddered on the way in and out, and he stared at the ceiling.