At My Wedding My Sister Tried To Expose Me Until She Realized I Was Prepared For That Moment

I stood up and gathered my bag.

“Victoria,” I said, “this was never a competition.”

She did not have an answer for that, which was perhaps the first honest thing that had passed between us in years.

I drove home in the late afternoon light, past the park where Dad and Rose were probably still at the swings, past the school where I had taught eighth-grade continue reading …