Flora knows now that the very first time she was here—the first time she was ever suffocated under the weight of her mother—she was a six-week-old baby. She was wrapped tight in her swaddle, unable to move, when her mother approached the crib with a blanket. And when her mother thought the deed was done, Flora heard the rush of running water from the nearby bathroom. She sensed the empty space beside her where Zephie had been. Flora’s tiny little body knew that her sister was in trouble. And there was nothing she could do.
