That’s when Dad struck Andy in the face, and the world went quiet. Blood slowly dripped down Andy’s nose. Andy glared at Dad, his eyes saturated in a glaze of angry tears. Then he turned toward me. This is the moment I think about the most. The way he stared at me. As if I had pulled a gun on him. I stood there, frozen, as everything crumble in front to me. Andy started to back away and sprinted down the block. Dad didn’t say a word.