“Almost finished with the receipts?” she asks casually, tucking sprigs of baby’s breath into a vase of red roses.I shake my head. “Almost finished with Shannon’s journal.”She catches my eye, puts down the baby’s breath, then takes my hand. “Are you okay?”I nod, my head dropping as my eyelashes flicker. “Just a few more pages to go. I guess I should just read it straight through at this point. But I don’t want to be done.” My throat catches.Aunt Nic hugs me. “I’m sorry, honey,” she says in a trembling voice. “I’m sorry this has been so hard for you. I really should never have given you that journal.”I shake my head as it rests on her shoulder. “I’m so glad you did. I feel like I know my sister now.”Aunt Nic pushes my shoulders back and looks at me squarely in the eye. “Just remember, honey. Like I told you before, the last summer of her life doesn’t tell the whole story.”I nod. “I know. I totally get her. You know what’s great? She’s starting to get herself.
