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

and closed, but she could not pull in enough air to speak.

“Don’t move,” Derek said, though his voice shook.

Blood spotted the yellow fabric of her dress where the bat had struck and dragged. Her breathing came in thin, wet wheezes.

“Call 911!” I screamed.

People started moving then. Too late, too loud, too useless.

Vanessa dropped the bat onto the patio continue reading …