They Hid Me Behind A Pillar At My Brother’s Wedding

Yellow ducks with blue umbrellas.

“He’s not losing Ben,” I said. My voice sounded like I smoked three packs a day. “Ben’s alive.”

She sat on the bed but not close enough to touch me.

“You know what people will say if they know he was drinking.”

I kept packing.

“Rachel.”

“He left him in there.”

Her face folded. Then hardened again. Fast. Like she was snapping continue reading …