On the bedside table: the Polaroid, its white border smeared with a drop of saline, looked like a relic and a roadmap at once. Lexi picked it up, smoothed the crease, and slid it into her pocket.
End.
"I never wanted to tell you like this," she said, voice thin as hospital linen. "But the truth doesn't go away because we ignore it." dezyred lexi luna family secrets bedside free