cnu-At my fortieth birthday party, my sister swung a baseball bat into…

stood.

Guilty.

Aggravated assault.

The courtroom erupted in whispers. My mother gasped as if she had been struck. Brooklyn began sobbing. Vanessa folded forward into her attorney’s arms.

Emma squeezed my hand so hard it hurt.

I expected relief to flood me.

Instead, I felt hollow.

Not empty in a bad way. Empty like a room after firemen leave. The flames were continue reading …