I walk out the door but hover in th

I walk out the door but hover in the hallway to make sure she’s coming. I don’t want her to decide to do something crazy. I’ve locked up all the knives and scissors, so there’s nothing within easy reach, but you never know. There’s a black, burned spot on the ceiling of the kitchen that tells me I need to pay attention.
She comes out a minute later, tears dry, still seething but no longer out of control. She’s quiet until we reach my truck, and then she says, “You’re a dick.”
“No argument there.” I open the door for her and watch her put on her seatbelt.
We drive to Amy’s in silence. I want to say the right thing, but I know it doesn’t exist. I’ve been trying for the last few years. At first, I was sure I could get the old Katie back. I was sure she’d understand that I’ve always been there for her, no matter how far apart we were. I even invited her to live with me as soon as she got out of the foster care system. I figured she’d never want to live with Mom and Phil, not after what he did to her. And I don’t care what anyone—including Katie—says. I know what he did. I thought all those years of therapy would have helped her come to grips with that.
I was wrong.
I have no idea if Phil started up on her again when she went back there. Shortly after she turned eighteen and moved back in with them, I got drunk enough one night to go over to their house. I backed Phil into a corner and told him I’d kill him if he laid a finger on her. I wasn’t a little boy anymore and he couldn’t slap me around like he used to. I practically begged him to try, just so I could kick his ass. He was shaking. He knew I was serious. He might have fooled my mom, but he couldn’t fool me.
My mom threatened to call the police if I didn’t leave.
Katie stood next to her as they watched me go. She looked triumphant. That hurt worse than anything else.
But I have to wonder if Phil couldn’t help himself. Once a perv, always a perv, and Katie decided not to go to California with Mom and Phil when they moved last May. She showed up at my doorstep instead. I thought that was a good sign, but she still acts like she hates me most of the time. Every once in a while, I feel this glimmer of affection, like her old self is trying to break through, but it never lasts long.
I pull into Amy’s driveway. She’s got a nice life, our older sister. Her husband, Derrick, seems all right. He and I used to toss a football back and forth when I was a kid. And my nephews are adorable. Even Katie can’t be miserable when they’re around, which is one of the reasons I wanted her to come. As we get out of my old pickup, Amy appears in the doorway with Reeve on her hip. His chubby hands are fisted in her shoulder-length brown hair.
Katie grins and skips over to them, like her outburst in the kitchen is a distant memory. I twirl the keys around my finger and get out of the truck. Amy and I have never been that close, but she’s the only family member I have who’s even halfway healthy, and I think that’s good for Katie. When Katie came to live with me, I reached out to Amy, trying to reconnect. Sometimes I think Amy wishes I hadn’t.
My phone buzzes with a text. Claudia. Melvin doesn’t come back until tomorrow. Come over again tonight. I shove my phone back in my pocket and follow Katie along the flagstones toward the front door. Derrick owns a landscaping business and his yard is always perfect. “You guys ready for lunch?” Amy calls.
“Yes!” Katie cries, then puts her arms out to take Reeve from Amy.
With a glance at me, Amy hands the toddler over and watches as Katie lifts the boy high in the air, his legs kicking furiously. I can tell Amy’s worried but trying not to show it. “Derrick and Damien are out back. We’re trying to exhaust the kids before it starts to rain.”
As if on cue, there’s a distant rumble of thunder. It’s sunny right now, but I can see the storm clouds gathering. We trail Katie and Reeve inside, where they head to the deck off the kitchen. Through the slider, I see Amy’s already got the meal set up, and my stomach growls.
She smirks. “Saved your appetite for my house, huh?”
“We don’t have a ton of food back at the apartment.” It’s the truth, but it still makes me feel like a loser. “I’ll pick up some groceries tomorrow.”
Amy tucks her hair behind her ear and goes into the kitchen, where she takes some potato salad out of the fridge. I hear the sound of laughter through the screen door. Katie and Reeve, along with Derrick and Damien, who’s five, are out back by the swingset. I wish I was out there with them, especially when Amy says, “How much do you want this time, Caleb? Spit it out.”
My fists clench. She’s making me feel like a beggar. “Katie has a new prescription. If you could just cover—”
She turns around and stares at me. “Another one? Who’s her doctor again?”
I roll my eyes. It’s not like she ever takes Katie to her appointments. I’ve asked her a few times when it was really hell on my schedule, but she’s always got something to do. “Dr. Prihadi.”

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Aku berjalan keluar pintu tetapi hover di lorong untuk memastikan bahwa dia akan datang. Saya tidak ingin dia memutuskan untuk melakukan sesuatu yang gila. Saya telah terkunci semua pisau dan gunting, jadi tidak ada yang mudah dijangkau, tapi Anda tidak pernah tahu. Ada hitam, dibakar tempat di langit-langit dapur yang memberitahu saya bahwa saya perlu untuk membayar perhatian.Dia keluar suatu saat nanti, air mata kering, masih mendidih, tetapi tidak lagi di luar kendali. Dia tenang sampai kita mencapai truk, dan kemudian dia berkata, "Anda kontol.""Tidak ada argumen di sana." Aku membuka pintu baginya dan mengawasi mengenakan nya sabuk pengaman.Kami berkendara ke Amy's dalam keheningan. Saya ingin mengatakan hal yang benar, tapi aku tahu tidak ada. Aku sudah mencoba untuk beberapa tahun terakhir. Pada awalnya, aku yakin aku bisa Katie tua kembali. Aku yakin dia akan mengerti bahwa aku selalu ada untuknya, tidak peduli seberapa jauh terpisah kami. Aku bahkan mengundang dia untuk tinggal dengan saya segera setelah ia keluar dari sistem orangtua asuh. Saya pikir dia tidak akan pernah mau hidup dengan ibu dan Phil, tidak setelah apa yang dia lakukan padanya. Dan aku tidak peduli apa yang orang — termasuk Katie — mengatakan. Aku tahu apa yang dia lakukan. Saya pikir semua orang tahun terapi akan membantu dia datang ke genggaman dengan itu.Ternyata saya salah.I have no idea if Phil started up on her again when she went back there. Shortly after she turned eighteen and moved back in with them, I got drunk enough one night to go over to their house. I backed Phil into a corner and told him I’d kill him if he laid a finger on her. I wasn’t a little boy anymore and he couldn’t slap me around like he used to. I practically begged him to try, just so I could kick his ass. He was shaking. He knew I was serious. He might have fooled my mom, but he couldn’t fool me.My mom threatened to call the police if I didn’t leave.Katie stood next to her as they watched me go. She looked triumphant. That hurt worse than anything else.But I have to wonder if Phil couldn’t help himself. Once a perv, always a perv, and Katie decided not to go to California with Mom and Phil when they moved last May. She showed up at my doorstep instead. I thought that was a good sign, but she still acts like she hates me most of the time. Every once in a while, I feel this glimmer of affection, like her old self is trying to break through, but it never lasts long.I pull into Amy’s driveway. She’s got a nice life, our older sister. Her husband, Derrick, seems all right. He and I used to toss a football back and forth when I was a kid. And my nephews are adorable. Even Katie can’t be miserable when they’re around, which is one of the reasons I wanted her to come. As we get out of my old pickup, Amy appears in the doorway with Reeve on her hip. His chubby hands are fisted in her shoulder-length brown hair.Katie grins and skips over to them, like her outburst in the kitchen is a distant memory. I twirl the keys around my finger and get out of the truck. Amy and I have never been that close, but she’s the only family member I have who’s even halfway healthy, and I think that’s good for Katie. When Katie came to live with me, I reached out to Amy, trying to reconnect. Sometimes I think Amy wishes I hadn’t.My phone buzzes with a text. Claudia. Melvin doesn’t come back until tomorrow. Come over again tonight. I shove my phone back in my pocket and follow Katie along the flagstones toward the front door. Derrick owns a landscaping business and his yard is always perfect. “You guys ready for lunch?” Amy calls.“Yes!” Katie cries, then puts her arms out to take Reeve from Amy.With a glance at me, Amy hands the toddler over and watches as Katie lifts the boy high in the air, his legs kicking furiously. I can tell Amy’s worried but trying not to show it. “Derrick and Damien are out back. We’re trying to exhaust the kids before it starts to rain.”As if on cue, there’s a distant rumble of thunder. It’s sunny right now, but I can see the storm clouds gathering. We trail Katie and Reeve inside, where they head to the deck off the kitchen. Through the slider, I see Amy’s already got the meal set up, and my stomach growls.She smirks. “Saved your appetite for my house, huh?”“We don’t have a ton of food back at the apartment.” It’s the truth, but it still makes me feel like a loser. “I’ll pick up some groceries tomorrow.”
Amy tucks her hair behind her ear and goes into the kitchen, where she takes some potato salad out of the fridge. I hear the sound of laughter through the screen door. Katie and Reeve, along with Derrick and Damien, who’s five, are out back by the swingset. I wish I was out there with them, especially when Amy says, “How much do you want this time, Caleb? Spit it out.”
My fists clench. She’s making me feel like a beggar. “Katie has a new prescription. If you could just cover—”
She turns around and stares at me. “Another one? Who’s her doctor again?”
I roll my eyes. It’s not like she ever takes Katie to her appointments. I’ve asked her a few times when it was really hell on my schedule, but she’s always got something to do. “Dr. Prihadi.”