Her Sister’s Surrogate
I wasn't the kind of person who could just toss someone's possessions carelessly, not even my sister's, not even after what she'd done.
"Some poor charity shop worker is going to have a heart attack when they open these boxes," Maya joked, holding up a barely-there piece of lingerie.
I laughed, though it felt strange to be touching my sister's intimate things. "I'm sure they've seen worse."
"Doubt it." She dangled a lacy scrap of fabric.
We continued working, making steady progress through the massive closet. When I reached the back corner shelf, my fingers brushed against something solid tucked behind a stack of cashmere sweaters. I pulled it out, surprised to find a leather-bound book.
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