My Sister Broke My 9-Year-Old Daughter’s Leg With a Steel Skewer—Then My Parents Offered to Pay the Hospital Bill If I Changed My Story
Transportation.
Every time I became anxious, my fingers still went automatically to the pale strip on my left wrist.
Nothing there.
Lily noticed.
“You keep checking the time.”
“I guess I do.”
“There’s a clock on the microwave.”
I laughed.