Rewound: A Sister's Vengeance

h my memory, raw and u

r, crumple on the football

Eleanor Vance, chief of surgery, too bu

hloe' s voice had cooed over t

di

blame

grief and rage, shoved me. Th

eyes sna

treamed in

morning o

e wall, the same cloth

as

against my ribs, a

ave Sam.

on and coffee filled the air

animatedly telling Dad, Mark C

ed, smili

or her "important work trip" to Napa wi

ts, Mom' s close friends, supposedly d

uchable, perpetually deserving of s

itting reminder of their sacrifi

n distant from me in the previous

hings would

t be their

ence, the fo

second a hammer blow

ga

e left, his usual

luck, b

ght. I wanted to scream, to tell h

ve me? Lily, the je

he roar of the cr

in the bleachers,

pened, just

act, Sam falling

me, the past crashi

gs tr

onto the field, the

d run down, hysterical

tood, turned,

vy, a betrayal an

one to make those

t be the

e, the house

rang. I

' s been hurt, it' s bad.

as strained

, Dad. I just got home,

he hospit

, my hand

e rang again.

ring, the

And why weren't you with him? Why didn' t you call me immediately and

right beside her,

clearly," I said, my voice bar

reliable," she snapp

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