My Family Called Me A Failure Until My Sister Stole My Car And Begged Me To Take The Blame

from its socket, swinging. Pieces of cracked plastic dropped onto the concrete. There were dark stains streaked along the fender, and Emily saw, even from the window, a matching stain on the cuff of Ashley’s expensive white coat.

Emily walked outside slowly. The night air smelled like hot metal and cold asphalt and, underneath it all, wine. Ashley climbed continue reading …