Chapter 1 – A Boy Who Never FlinchedI was seven years old the first time I truly understood my sister was different in a way the world would apparently punish her for. Annie was six, exactly one year behind me. Her whole face lit up whenever anyone said her name kindly. Most children, I quickly learned, didn’t actually say it kindly at all. They pointed at her openly, laughed cruelly, teased her until she cried.
- by CM
