What happened to our sister would always be at the center of our lives. My family, the four of us now, would be planets forever revolving around that moment.
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You could sense our tongues at the corners of our mouths as our pencils paused over the small squares of paper before us.
Think about the time Elizabeth tried to kill you. How she threw one of your mother’s navy blue pumps at your forehead. She hoped the three-inch heel would go straight through your skull and lodge into your brain.