My Sister Smirked Until I Said One Unit Number

you.”

Her eyes filled, but not from guilt. From rage. Mara cried the way some people spit.

“You always do this,” she said. “You always make yourself the victim and everybody else the screwup.”

I stared at her.

Then I said the truest thing I’d said all week.

“You are the screwup.”

My mother sucked in air like I’d struck a child.

But Mara just stood there, continue reading …