The Morning After My Sister’s Funeral Her Boss Called Me With a Warning Not to Tell My Family

in the morning, because she was afraid to commit it to the world.

She had been right to be afraid and right to document everything anyway.

Hail came to find me after most of the gallery had cleared.

“You did exactly what you needed to,” he said.

“She did most of the work,” I said.

He nodded once. That was the thing about Hail: he didn’t argue with accurate continue reading …