She looked normal. Completely unaffected by the surgery, as if it had never happened…
And that just made Sara feel even more guilty. She hadn’t been there. She hadn’t even known. And now it was like nothing had ever happened, neither by the looks of her sister nor in conversation.
“Are you crying?” asked Simone after Sara had hugged her goodbye.
“No,” she said, and that was the truth. But why not? Her sister had been through something horrific. Was Sara so isolated that she didn’t deserve to be in on her sister’s pain. Was her pain simply to shuddering to focus on?
She hated learning things second hand all the time, but it was the only way she ever learned anything about her own family. And it was to the point that she felt hated.