PART 1 — The Silver Streamers Were Still Moving When My Sister Raised the Hammer
The first blow landed before I understood why Dana had come outside carrying a hammer. “Stop,” I said, reaching for Lily. My daughter had been pointing at the streamers. Her arm remained stretched toward the handlebars while the front wheel buckled, as though her body hadn't caught up with what her eyes were seeing. Dana raised the hammer again. I pulled Lily against me so quickly her sandal scraped the …
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