Part 1: The Day Trust Was Broken

The kitchen needed cleaning. My eyes burned from too little sleep. When my mother, Helen, and my sister, Victoria, offered to take Emily to Northgate Mall for the afternoon, I hesitated.

They smiled. They sounded kind. They said I needed rest.

Emily’s face lit up.

Against my better judgment, I agreed.

I told myself I was being overly cautious. I told continue reading …