There's nothing quite like waking up to the sound of your father crying, when the only other time you heard that sound was once before, very long ago.

My family is crumbling into pieces, and how perfect it is that I happen to be here to witness the fall out. It's not completely unexpected, to be honest, but the crashing anger and ultimate goodbyes hurled yesterday will echo in my head for a long time. I can still feel my blood pumping, my hands shaking to hold them apart, the rush of his heart under my hand and I tried so hard to force him to the door, to keep him from making a terrible mistake, trying to keep their fists unclenched. That, and the feeling of surprise when I opened our door to the police.

There are certain words I never wanted to hear, certain heartbreaks I wished I could keep from those I love, but this is life. There is only so much I can do to stop the inevitable.

I'm packing my bags. Now, it's time to come up with a Plan B.

So much for a homecoming.