Then I stood in front of the mirror and washed my face. I looked at my reflection, and tried to work on the appropriate expression. I don't know if you have ever done that. I guess it would sound a little crazy to you if you've never done it. I went through a couple of 'sad' expressions. I thought it just made me look constipated or something. I looked like I was physically ill, instead of heartbroken. That would not do.
I closed my eyes, and involuntarily I pictured my sister looking at me with that heart-wrenching look on her face. I felt a lump form in my throat. I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror. That haunted face looking back at me was perfect. I was on the verge of genuine tears, and looked it.
The last thing I had wanted to do was hurt anyone. I watched my expression in th
