My Brother Locked Us In The Cellar To Force A Signature But Grandma Knew The Secret Hidden In The Wall

I am not the girl who smooths over dinner so nobody has to say the ugly thing out loud. I am not responsible for being the glue in a structure built to use my softness as construction material.

They broke it.

I just stopped holding it up.

Sometimes late at night I think about Daniel and Claire. About the names I did not know were mine to carry. I wonder continue reading …