![]() ![]() The first drop of misery fell from my eyes and despite squeezing them shut, I was incapable of stemming the mental pictures. Open the door, Lex! Frantic fists pounded, and I covered my ears to block out my step-brother’s barrage on the door. Appearances were deceitful bitches that lied and covered the ugly truth. I hated my perfect room, my perfect family, my perfect life. I clenched my hands and crossed them over heaving breasts but couldn’t stop the eruption. ![]() ![]() Grief turned and boiled with a vengeance. I stood in my bedroom, a space inundated with white lacy subterfuge, and sensed the uprising in my soul. The memory of finding her dead in the bathtub, the water deep and murky with her blood, embedded in my brain like a tattoo I couldn’t erase. We’d left the gravesite two hours ago, but Mom’s lifeless eyes still accused me. ![]()
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