I Went to Visit My Sister After She Gave Birth Until I Heard My Husband and Mother Talking About Me

not wish herself back there. She had spent some time, in the early months, performing that wish, imagining paths by which things could have been different, and the paths always ended in the same place because they were built from the same materials. The people had been who they were. She had been who she was. The wish was for a different story, and continue reading …