AS THE DAYS TURNED INTO WEEKS, MY SISTER’S MEMORY BEGAN TO SLOWLY DWINDLE. The steady flow of trays of baked goods and home-cooked casseroles that had been delivered daily by our neighbors had come to a stop. As had the arrival of well-wishers at the front door. Today was her one-month anniversary and nobody had bothered to turn up to the house. In a way, I was relieved because I didn’t think I could shake another stranger’s hand without losing what was left of my sanity—and I really didn’t have much to spare at this point in time. The only consistent figure that continued to visit was the boy
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