A Simple Seven Egg Painting on a Plate Changed My Family Forever

near the refrigerator, tucking a stray lock of dark hair behind her left ear.

You have that look, I said, pouring a second cup of chamomile.

David packed his things on Tuesday, she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. He is staying at the motel near the interstate.

My hand paused over the teapot. Why didn’t you tell me?

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