Hockey Star by Day, Oil Mogul by night
Images I’ve fought so hard to keep hidden rise to the surface — Images of my father hanging from the ceiling, the white cotton bedsheet wrapped tightly around his neck.
The room suddenly fades into the background, and in that moment, I can’t fucking breathe.
“Aunt, please that’s enough,” Stephanie says, her voice dripping with fake sympathy. “You’re scaring her.”
I’m not sure how it happens, but a second later, a figure materializes in front of me, and warm fingers brush my necklace.
“I actually love this. What a beautiful piece.
Stephanie.
Why is she standing so close to me?
“Aunt, do you think Harlan will get me one exactly like this?” She asks in that breathy voice that doesn’t fail to gr
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