Bailey Kuskoski

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She knows in the silence before the man starts talking, in the breath he sucks in. She knows, before he asks to speak to a parent, a guardian, to anyone but her. She knows, before she hands the phone to her father, before she watches his face collapse, and then his knees— She knows that her sister is dead.
Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil
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