There was such simple joy in the word that I repeated it.

“Yes. We’re sisters.”

PART 17

The spring trip changed something in me that I couldn’t name at first.

For years my memories of childhood had felt like photographs with half the people cut away.

Suddenly Evelyn could tell me what had happened beyond the edge of the frame.

She remembered Father’s booming laugh before everything went wrong.

She remembered Mother keeping peppermint candies in a chipped jar by the window.