He told the police I fell down the stairs, and my mother nodded in agreement. But when he cornered me in the garage with a baseball bat, I made a choice that would expose the dark secret hidden behind our perfect white picket fence.
CHAPTER 1: THE SOUND OF SILENCE The bathroom mirror in our colonial-style house on Elm Street was spotless. No streaks, no dust. Mark insisted on it. Just like he insisted the lawn be cut at exactly two inches and the dinner be on the table at 6:00 PM sharp. I stared at the reflection of…