There are moments in a person’s life that are like a dividing line, a line that neatly separates all of everything into pictures of before and after.
There is the night that her mother puts her and her sister into the window well.
There is Darling-Holmes itself, a great black dividing line that wipes out close to a year of her life.
And then there are the kind of lines that take a while to settle in, the slow kind, that form in your life over minutes and hours and days …
