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

my sister by both shoulders. “Honey, are you hurt? Did she scare you?”

I stared at her.

My own mother had stepped over my daughter’s pain to comfort the woman holding the weapon.

Derek’s face was ashen. “Anita, she can’t breathe right. We’re taking her now.”

“Ambulance is coming,” someone said behind me.

“No,” Derek said. “We can get there faster.”

He lifted continue reading …