The lines on my arm extended upwards and to my left cheek like little spider webs making their way across my body. The zipper tab of my bag left an imprint on my shoulder and a loose button stuck to my neck. This is how Frankenstein must have felt every time he looked in the mirror.
She let her sentence hang in the air, but it still cut. Her ghost. She thought she was looking at my dead sister’s ghost.
Mom hasn’t had laughing lines like that since we’ve been on our own. Those years before Brooke was gone were the best memories I had of mom, but I could barely recall them. The entire album was full of memories I had forgotten.