An Unknown AttractionChapter 8 Meeting the Family
Standing in front of the door of Anh’s home, the one she’d just been thrown out of by her son, I knocked loudly and held Anh tight as we waited for a response. We heard rapid, decisive footsteps approaching and figured her son was prepared for a confrontation. The door swung forcefully open, revealing a smallish, slim, but well-muscled man glaring back at me. He was wearing well-worn jeans and an older t-shirt which looked to be three sizes too small. The sounds and images of a crowded...