At 5 A.M., Security Called To Say My Sister Had Movers—So I Told Them To Let Her In

wheel that was no longer there.

Those episodes started to repeat, an echo built into my nights.

Some nights I could hear myself make a small sound. Not quite a cry, but not silence either. A low, startled noise of someone caught between then and now.

If Lydia happened to be staying over, she would sometimes knock gently on my bedroom door in the morning continue reading …