At dinner, my brother slapped me 15 times and smashed my laptop while my mother rushed to comfort his hand. My father threw my coat at my bleeding face and shouted: ‘Get out!’. They thought throwing me out into the freezing rain was the end of my story. They had no idea they had just handed me the match to burn their false empire to the ground.
I never intended to become the architect of my own family’s destruction. I was, by nature, a builder. As a senior software engineer in Chicago, my days were spent writing elegant code, constructing logic out of chaos. But on a freezing, rain-swept November evening, inside the sanctuary of my rented downtown apartment, the only thing…
