My sister and i graduated from college together bu…

laundry room, humming a low, mocking vibration beneath me, and opened the laptop that hissed with every keystroke. I didn’t cry. Tears are an emotional luxury for people who have a safety net to catch them when they fall, and mine had been shredded in the living room 3 hours prior.

Instead of weeping, I opened a blank spreadsheet. I needed a cold, hard continue reading …