I Thought the White String in My Egg Was Something Dangerous—The Truth Completely Surprised Me

were on the floor, building a tower of blocks, their laughter rising in bright, impossible harmony.

Suzanne looked at me, her eyes swollen and raw. “Do you hate me?” she asked.

I swallowed. “I hate what you did, Suzanne. I hate that you knew and stayed silent. But I see that you love her, and it’s the only thing that makes this bearable. You had two continue reading …