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

She’s fine.”

I looked at my mother, waiting for horror. Anger. Something human.

Instead, Mom sighed.

“Don’t panic, Clara. You’ll find her there eventually.”

Eventually.

That word slid under my skin and stayed there.

Noah whispered, “Ivy.”

Mom ignored him.

Taryn laughed, light and sharp. “Maybe next time she’ll learn not to steal Madison’s thunder.”

I stared continue reading …