At My Mother’s Funeral My Sister Thought She Had Won Until I Opened the Door

around his neck. The ease of it, the intimacy, the history visible in every detail of how they held each other.

For a few seconds neither of them noticed me.

Then the door clicked shut behind me and they sprang apart.

“This isn’t what it looks like,” Darius said.

Odora didn’t bother with the lie. “It just happened,” she said, lifting her chin.

It had been continue reading …