If words had the ability to physically wound a person, I'd be covered in little cuts from all of the terrible things Laurie had said to me during my life. The backhanded compliments, comments on my body shape, everything I did. This news though, finding out I had a sister? She had another fucking child? Is that who she spent her time with when she was supposed to have been raising me? My mind was exploding, running through a million different scenarios at rapid speed.
