I can still smell the lilies. White, cascading from every archway, a river of innocent perfume. It was supposed to be the most beautiful day. My granddaughter, my sweet girl, …
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I’m not responsible for my sister’s finances. I’m not her ATM. I told myself that, over and over, for years. It was my mantra, my shield against the endless cycle …
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She lived across the street for as long as I could remember. A silent sentinel, tucked away behind a curtain of overgrown rose bushes and a perpetually closed front door. …
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