Diane's voice came through the speaker loud enough to hurt, ordering me home that minute.
After Seraphina died, whatever came out of Diane's mouth became law in our house.
The smallest hint that I might push back bought me weeks of blame.
Seraphina was born with a bad heart.
She beat me into the world by a few minutes, and that was enough to make me the one who stepped aside, every time, over everything.
Diane decided I had taken Seraphina's share of everything in the womb, which is not how any of that works.
I grew up on very little of my mother's love.
The worst of it came the year Seraphina was admitted to the hospital and Diane refused to let me eat.
Her voice went hard as a slammed door. "Seraphina is lying in a hospital bed suffering, and you can sit down to three meals a day
