I Raised My Brother’s Daughters For Fifteen Years Until He Gave Me A Sealed Envelope

with the eyes of a woman who has been eight years old at a graveside and has carried that image for twenty-three years and is now standing in the same room as the man who was supposed to be there for everything that followed and wasn’t. “Do you understand what that means? What it cost us?”

“Yes,” Edwin said. “I understand what it cost you.”

“Do you?”

“I’ve continue reading …