Heirloom

No one expected Father to murder my family. By all accounts, he was an honest man who loved his family, worked hard, and had a heart of gold. When they interviewed his colleagues, they said he always wore a smile that lit up the room. I answered those questions in the same way.

Those were lies, of course, because when he came home that smile never came with him. His face was always set in a scowl, his jaw always locked. My father was a very…