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

after Emma went to bed.

At first, it was rage.

Twelve pages of it.

I wrote about the sound. The surgery. The oxygen tube. Emma’s fear. The medication alarms on my phone. The shower chair. The way she stopped wearing yellow. The way she flinched when Derek moved too fast near the couch and then cried because she loved her father and hated that her body continue reading …