« People will zoom in. They’ll ask what’s wrong with her. I can’t post a single family picture without everyone noticing. »
Vanessa didn’t even look at me.
« That’s enough. »
Across the table, Nora covered her mouth. A sob slipped through her fingers.
My ten-year-old son, Noah, sat beside his sister with both hands around the camera he’d carried throughout our vacation.
He stood.
« Nora didn’t ruin the pictures, » he said. « You’ve been cutting her out of them since she was 11, Aunt Vanessa. »
My sister’s face went gray.
A sob slipped through her fingers.
She reached for her bag.
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