love-At my sister’s baby shower, my husband texted me from across the room, “Don’t eat anything she hands you.” Nine years earlier, I had ended up in the hospital after Thanksgiving, and I had always believed my little sister put flour in my food on purpose. Then she walked toward me in a yellow dress, carrying a plate of lemon cakes and a shoebox, and something about the way my husband was watching her made me realize I might not know what really happened that night…
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