© Philip Plisson / Pêcheur d'ImagesShe was there. Not a ghost. A mannequin in her wedding dress, holding a palette knife instead of a bouquet. It turned its head. Cracks spread across its porcelain face like the cracks in our family’s narrative.
She was smiling.
My palm was stained with cadmium red.
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They’re family.