My Cousin is a Sex Offender
I can never go home again.
I distinctly remember the day I found out. I came home from work, and my dad’s face was ashen. “I need to tell you something. You’d better sit down.”
I sat at the dining room table, my purse digging into my shoulder, my work shoes still pinching my toes. “Your cousin has been arrested.” My dad steadied himself against the breakfast bar. He looked like he might faint.
“Who?” I asked. “Tommy?” I have eleven cousins. Tommy had already been in and out of drug rehab and prison several times…