The Evening Light Filters Weakly Through the Bathroom Window as I Peer at the Small, Familiar Bump on My Finger

My grandmother raised me alone after my parents d:ied. Two weeks after her funeral, I found out SHE’D BEEN LYING TO ME MY WHOLE LIFE.

Two weeks after my grandmother’s funeral, my phone rang with a stranger’s voice saying words that made my knees buckle: “Your grandmother wasn’t who…