After Losing Us Both
"One daughter's already gone. If a second one dies, I doubt they'd feel a thing."
I didn't answer. Instead, one thing she'd let slip snagged in my mind.
A second one. As if the first death had been arranged.
I stayed in the hospital another five days.
During that time, my parents came once.
For once, they were perfectly calm.
"Clara Voight, we've decided to legally cut all ties with you as our daughter."
I laughed at myself and clenched my trembling hands into fists.
Without hesitation, I said, "Good."