Who here had I missed out on knowing?Įmma sat in the front row with the rest of Sutton’s family, her hands balled up in her lap. The sheer size of the crowd made me feel strangely sad. Kids I’d passed in the hallway, people I’d rolled my eyes at, neighbors I’d only spoken to once or twice. There were so many faces I barely recognized, people who’d flitted through my life without any real connection. I followed my sister’s gaze as she looked out over the crowd. The expression wasn’t malicious or sly, but it hinted at the presence of a secret self, deeper and more beautiful than anyone could have guessed. Her eyes were wide and clear, her lips parted in an enigmatic smile. Unlike most photos of her, where she mugged for the camera or smirked or gave a movie-star pout, this one showed a quiet, inscrutable girl. In front of the altar was a blown-up picture of Sutton.
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