1. The House on the Hill We lived in one of the nicer parts of Boston. Not billionaire rich, not “I own a yacht…
The first time my head hit the wall, my brain didn’t even register pain. It registered sound. Not a cinematic crack. Not a dramatic crunch.…
The lawyer’s conference room smelled like leather and old coffee, the kind of place where people say I’m sorry for your loss and mean let’s…
The first time Madison sliced the sleeve off my favorite blazer, I didn’t scream. I stood in our bedroom holding the fabric like it was…
For seven years, I apologized to a grave I shouldn’t have had to visit. I apologized to a baby who never had a chance to…
It was a Tuesday afternoon, the kind of day that’s too bright to match your mood. I was camped out in my favorite coffee shop…
The text hit while I was standing in a sea of caps and gowns outside the Austin Convention Center—sun blazing, families laughing, cameras flashing, the…
The first time Mia’s nose bled, I told myself it was dry air and bad luck. By the sixth time that month—by the third bleeding…
I learned the truth about my family on my sixteenth birthday—right around the moment my little brother’s new car keys hit the table. Not my…
We need your apartment for the weekend. My in-laws are visiting. You can stay at a hotel. I stared at the screen like it might…