My Sister Broke a Bottle on Me at Her Wedding

the tag.”

My father’s mouth tightened.

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

Peter turned the tag over again. His thumb rubbed along the burned edge. There was a dark line through the metal where the fire had eaten into it, but the letters were still readable.

M. REYES.

Below that:

US 4581.

My name is Mara Reyes.

For three years, my father had told people I was dead continue reading …