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

daughter’s expression was frustrated but not angry. She was not lunging. She was not threatening. She was a fourteen-year-old girl protecting the one expensive thing she had worked for.

Vanessa raised the bat.

“You little brat,” she snapped. “You think you’re too good to share?”

Then she swung.

The sound cracked through the yard.

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