They Called the Authorities on My Dad… But When the Garage Door Opened, No One Expected This.

I always did. Part of it was obedience. Part of it was fear.

“Leave that one be, Pete.”

When I was nine, a pair of loose dogs chased me halfway down the street. They didn’t touch me, but I still remember my lungs burning and the slap of my sneakers on hot pavement.

Ever since, barking behind a closed door made my shoulders lock up.

Dad knew it. He never pushed.

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