Chapter 12

Spring came, and I was very faint by then. A smudge of light. A held breath. I couldn't pass through walls anymore without effort. The world was politely letting go of me. But I stayed for one more season, because Ruth asked me to. And because I wanted to watch them live. Wren learned to hold her own bottle in March. She had my dark hair and Ruth's outrageous opinions and a scream you could hear from the driveway, and every time she used it, Ruth would say, "Good girl. Louder." Vanessa moved...