“You don’t have a sister, sweetheart.”
She frowned, confused, almost annoyed that I didn’t understand.
“Yes, I do. Her name is Lizzy. She sits next to me. She looks just like me… but her hair is parted the other way.”
I felt the air leave my chest.
Kids notice details like that. Small, specific things.
Too specific.
Before I could say anything else, she pulled something out of her backpack.
Her little pink camera.
I had given it to her for her first day of school so she could take pictures and tell me about her day.
She placed it in my hand, smiling proudly.
“I took a picture of us.”
My fingers felt numb as I scrolled through the images.
And then I saw it.
Two girls standing side by side near the cubbies.
