I thought our family vacation had helped my daughter stop hiding the birthmarks she had feared for years. Then my sister turned photographs into weapons. By the end of dinner, my son had uncovered something far worse than one cruel comment, and I had to decide what protecting my daughter truly meant.
« Those stains are in every picture, Audrey. »
My sister pushed her phone across my dining table and enlarged a photo of my 16-year-old daughter standing on a beach.
Nora had been laughing when I took it.
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