I Let My Sister Talk Herself Into the Fire

three.”

That almost made me smile.

“And if she doesn’t?” I asked.

Amanda capped her pen. “Then we talk about whether she can stay.”

Stay.

Not get promoted.

Not regroup.

Whether she could stay in the building.

That was the first turn of the knife, and it wasn’t even mine.

At 8:20, Dad called.

I let it ring twice before answering.

“Natalie.”

He sounded tired already.continue reading …