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

stones. The clang made Emma flinch, and I wanted to crawl out of my skin.

“She was attacking Brooklyn,” Vanessa said.

I looked up at her.

“What?”

“She was attacking my daughter.” Vanessa’s voice rose, sharp and frantic. “I was protecting Brooklyn.”

Brooklyn stood beside the bike, crying, but untouched.

My mother rushed over.

Not to Emma.

To Vanessa.

She grabbed continue reading …