Empty Apologies by Marcena Hooks

          My brother asked me if I was okay. The knife I was using was dull.           “Yeah, Christopher. I’ll be fine,” I said as I put my finger to my mouth after rinsing and drying the cut.           “Charlotte, I’m sorry,” he said.           “About what? This was my fault.”...

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