My name is Hannah Moore. For much of my life, I learned to stay quiet to get by. That skill became essential one Christmas when my stepfather, Thomas Reynolds, humiliated me in front of his family.
We were at his house in suburban New Jersey, gathered around the dinner table. His parents sat at the head, his sister and her husband beside them. My stepfather’s biological daughter had just returned from college. I had arrived early to help my mother cook and set the table.
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