When I felt the sticky knots near her scalp, I knew I couldn’t stay quiet anymore.
***
A year earlier, our parents had died in a plane crash.
I was 24.
Sophie was 11.
I’d just graduated from college and started an internship when the call came.
One moment, I was worrying about my first paycheck.
The next, I was responsible for raising my little sister.
Our parents hadn’t left much money.
After the funeral expenses and household bills, things became painfully tight.