On My Birthday I Stood In Front Of Everyone With A Black Eye

out their things.”

I thought about the letter in my handbag. The old, familiar ache of missing Thomas was suddenly sharp and new.

“James,” I started, then stopped. I couldn’t tell him. Not yet. It felt like a betrayal of Thomas, a secret to be held a little longer.

“What is it, sis?”

“Nothing,” I said, forcing a small smile. “Just tired.”

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