We Were Mothers
Katie Sise
"Laurel’s anxiety rose with each breath. Her hands gripped the edge of her neighbor Cora’s marble kitchen island, and she spoke faster and faster, trying to escape the feeling."
"Laurel’s anxiety rose with each breath. Her hands gripped the edge of her neighbor Cora’s marble kitchen island, and she spoke faster and faster, trying to escape the feeling."
"By the time one particular week came to a close, I would be healed, our dear Nanna Ellen would be gone, and a family would be dead."




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