The Other Side of Disappearing

by Kate Clayborn

“I don’t know what he would’ve wanted me to do. That’s a hard thing about losing him. It wouldn’t be fair of me, to guess about what he would’ve wanted, especially about this. He’s not here for me to ask.”

I may be mad at her for what she hid from me, but at the same time, a person doesn’t hide five postcards in a freaking curtain rod if they have a healthy relationship to their trauma.”

this is the fear that was lying beneath it all, always. The fear of watching her sister have her heart smashed to pieces right in front of her eyes, and she can’t do anything to stop it.