Said out loud and answered, it loses most of what makes it dangerous.

Chapter 13 — What Hannah Had Been Carrying

Patricia’s hand tightened on Hannah’s shoulder.

Brenda, sensing perhaps that she was losing the room, pressed on, listing her grievances now, that Hannah talked about her mother on every holiday, that she insisted on keeping photographs in every room, that she got upset whenever we discussed updating the house.

And a cold suspicion took shape in me.

“Brenda,” I said slowly.