For Six Months After I Buried My Husband and Both My Children, My Family Sent Cheerful Group-Chat Messages and a Party Invitation as if Nothing Had Happened — Then My Name Hit the News Attached to $18.7 Million, and Suddenly Every One of Them Remembered My Number
Serena was the last to go.
She stared at me with a pure, undiluted hatred.
“You are completely dead to us, Sienna,” she spat.
“I have been dead to you since July fourteenth,” I answered.
“The only difference is that today, I’m the one locking the gate.” And I closed the door, and I turned the deadbolt, and I stood alone in the quiet hallway of my house, and I breathed.
Chapter 16 — So Every Child Makes It Home