My Dad Filmed Me on Thanksgiving and Posted It Online Then My Sister Tried to Take Money From My Account

distance of dying and I had not yet let her.

I slid a finger under the flap. Inside was a folded piece of paper, the creases deliberate, her handwriting slightly shaky but still unmistakably hers.

My darling girl, she had written. I’m writing this because there are things I’ve tried to say out loud and I keep losing the words. Maybe I’m afraid if I say continue reading …