Outside the window, students were heading home, their voices filling the air.I remembered how Sierra used to run up and hug my leg whenever I came home from work."Shannon, I missed you so much!"That felt like a lifetime ago.I'd never told Sierra that we had a younger brother, Leo Reed.We grew up in a rural village where boys mattered more than girls. When Sierra was six, our parents, Carol Levitt and Donald Reed, left for another city, claiming they were looking for work. But the truth was, they'd had a son and had already decided not to come back.I was only 18 when they left Sierra with me.Our parents were good at putting on an act. They called once a month, always on time, and Sierra would cling to the phone, her little face lighting up with excitement."Mom said I sang really well today!""Dad said he might come visit me for New Year's!"I didn't want her to learn how cruel the world could be at such a young age, so I kept their calls short. I'd let them talk for 10
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