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room after she was discharged because nobody knew what else to do. Our daughters hovered around her like they were afraid she’d turn to smoke if they blinked.

At dinner one night, maybe six months later, Chloe asked Sarah to braid her hair.

Sarah’s hands shook halfway through.

“I forgot how to do the fishbone one,” she said.

I snorted before I could stop continue reading …