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

tree. Emma’s therapist even dropped by briefly with a card and a hug. The garage had been repainted a soft gray. The flower beds were full. Phoenix, her silver bike, leaned against the wall, less used now that she had a driver’s license, but still kept polished.

My parents were not invited.

Sarah was not invited.

No one from my family came except Rebecca,continue reading …