CNU-At my mother’s Sunday dinner, my sister offered to take my five-year-old daugh…

her eyes and say, “Relax, Clara, she’s in the car.”

But Taryn only stepped farther into the hallway and dropped the Target bag on the bench.

Inside it, something plastic rattled.

“Where is Laya?” I asked again.

My sister’s face changed slowly, like she was enjoying every muscle of it.

“Oh,” she said. “Sorry. I must have forgotten her at the store.”

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