Sister’s Comfort

Kelly

I don’t remember driving to Susan’s place. One minute, I was standing outside Anderson’s hospital room, my breath coming in short, panicked bursts, and the next, I was gripping the steering wheel in front of her house, my knuckles white.  

I hadn’t planned on coming here. I should’ve gone home. But home didn’t feel like an option right now.  

I stepped out of the car, my legs stiff, my chest still tight from everything that had just happened. My fingers trembled as I rang the doorbell.  

A few seconds later, the door swung open.  

Susan stood there, barefoot, wearing an oversized sweatshirt and leggings, her dark hair...