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

a ball. I wish I could say it sounded like that, because that would make the memory less human. It was a dull, hard sound followed by Emma’s breath leaving her body in a terrible little gasp.

My daughter collapsed onto the grass.

For one second, nobody moved.

The music kept playing. Some upbeat summer song that now makes me sick if I hear even two notes continue reading …