Michael hesitates, the thought of mentally reliving the whole thing momentarily too intimidating to consider. It quickly overcomes him, though, the memory pulling relentlessly like an undertow.
There had been so much yelling. He can still feel on both his shoulders where his father had grabbed him hard, shook him. He'd been terrified, desperate. Both of them had been furious.
“He found out somehow, figured it out... I dunno how.” His voice wavers between a mumble and a whisper, thick and hoarse. “It feels like it was fast, but I guess we were screaming at each other for a while. Neighbors started banging on the wall.”