Someone Else’s Life

by Lyn Liao Butler

“First Lili, then my mom, both gone the same year. Then my dance company and studio. I think a part of me died that year.” Frito stared at her as if hypnotized. Annie lowered her voice. “My panic attacks are back. And I think I’m doing things I don’t remember.”

“I meant, um . . . not being racial at all. Just that you’re Chinese, so you’d know good tea. Sorry.”

That's totally racial lol

B: Be sure not to wash her cup. We can use it to get her DNA later to ID her.

Smart husband

Finn hadn’t said much to the therapist in New York.

Wouldnt he have been an infant?

I’d killed before but that time was justified. No one would have blamed me. This time, I hadn’t meant to.