I Arrived At My Sister’s Wedding And She Tried To Hide Me

hand. Mascara finally earned.

My mother wasn’t with her.

Good.

Emily stopped three feet from me, breathing hard like she’d run.

“Did you enjoy that?” she asked.

There it was. Not “I’m sorry.” Not even “why did you say yes.”

I looked at her and saw ten years old and sixteen and twenty-two all stacked together. The rabbit. The prom dress. The woman at the continue reading …