I Heard My Uncle in the Hall Before I Saw What He’d Brought

Red around the collar. Mouth hard. One hand over the phone, maybe, too late.

“What about Brianna?” I asked.

At that, Thomas looked away for the first time.

“She said nothing while I was on the call.”

Of course she didn’t.

That was Brianna’s favorite trick.

Let Dad do the cutting.

Let Mom tidy the blood after.

The Dinner Party I Wasn’t Supposed to Ruin

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