Demolition Before the Bloom

height.

My build.

Even the way she walked looked like me.

But when she turned toward the camera, my blood froze.

It wasn’t a stranger.

It was someone from our family.

Someone who had eaten at my table.

Someone who had hugged me at Christmas.

Julian leaned closer to the screen.

“No…”

The woman removed her glasses.

My niece, Sofia.

And behind her stood Patricia.continue reading …