Clara was gone—a sudden, aggressive illness had taken her in a matter of weeks.
“I know you hate her, Lauren,” Dad had wept over the phone. “But she’s your sister. I can’t clear out her apartment alone. Please. Just help me pack her things. You don’t have to stay for the service.”
Out of a lingering, painful obligation to my aging father, I agreed.
The Apartment in Sedona
Clara’s apartment felt like a museum dedicated to a stranger. Ten years of her life had passed without my knowing a single
