Dad wanted my sister’s at:tack hidden behind our front door, insisting we would “handle this at home.” Then the emergency room doctor noticed something in my x-rays that did not match our story, and the people who arrived changed everything we thought we could keep secret.
On my first night at Northwestern University, I unpacked a framed photo Aunt Rachel had taken in her backyard. In the picture, I still looked thin, and a faint bruise remained beneath one eye, but I was standing upright in sunlight.
