Something Doesn't Add Up
- M. J. Padgett
- Jun 28, 2022
- 12 min read
“She’s nice when she’s sleeping.” Joseph brushed our sister’s hair from her pale face giving her the same look he gave me whenever I was sick. It was clear he loved her as much as he did me, but she never made it easy for any of us to show her.
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