“… you understand, Ms. Turner?” Dr. Saeder finishes. “Ms. Turner?”I sigh and open my eyes again. There are three of him in my field of vision, blurred and split up by the unshed tears. When I blink, they coalesce back into one.And at the sight of him, I get mad.I don’t get mad often. For all that Rose was the princess of us two Turner girls, she was also the one more likely to melt down into a temper tantrum. And when she did, it was fierce.“Hurricane Rosie,” my mom used to call it. “The forecast is rain and thunder—lots of it.”Sure enough, she’d cry and scream like a storm cooked up by the devil himself. Hands pounding the ground, cheeks red and wet, the whole nine yards. She’d let her rage out like that—and when it was gone, it was like it had never even happened. She’d just smile again and go right back to her dolls.Me, though… I turned my storms inwards. I kept ‘em close and buried ‘em deep. It felt safer that way.But Hurricane Rosie isn’t ever coming back, is she? And afte
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