The refrigerator was empty. My wife’s hands were trembling. And upstairs, my daughter was livestreaming her new designer bag, bought with the money meant for food. “Dad won’t do anything,” Mia whispered to her boyfriend.

Nothing.

No groceries. No leftovers. No milk. No fruit. The shelves were practically bare.

The pantry wasn’t much better. One stale box of crackers. Expired vitamins. Nothing else.

Then I heard laughter upstairs.

My daughter’s voice.

“Dad’s overseas again, so this place is basically mine now,” Mia laughed on a livestream. “And Mom barely notices anything continue reading …