I Left Before Sunrise and Let the Truth Wake Them Up

stepped into the kitchen wearing his mother’s skin.

Dad yanked his arm away. “You were fine with it when he needed help.”

“I was fine with borrowing it.”

My chest locked.

Borrowing.

That word.

Like my college fund was a casserole dish she’d meant to return with brownies in it.

I said, “You can’t borrow a trust from a dead woman.”

She shut her eyes.

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