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

his throat. “How long until she’s back to normal?”

Normal.

The word was so stupid I almost laughed.

“We don’t know,” I said. “Months. Physical therapy. Monitoring. There could be complications.”

Mom winced, not with sympathy but annoyance. “Doctors always make things sound dramatic.”

Derek’s eyes lifted to hers.

I shook my head slightly. Not here. Not in continue reading …