The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The banquet hall smelled of burnt sugar and old rain. We were gathered around the long oak table, the kind that had seen more dinners than God had seen days. My brother sat at the head, his hands folded in his lap like a man holding a secret too heavy to speak. I sat at the foot. The distance between us was a mile of silence. "Look at you," he said. His voice was soft. It carried no anger. Only...

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