Family patrimonies

“Brit, you ever feel like our family’s secrets are importing on you, like there’s something buried deep that we’ve no way really talked about? ” I asked vocally, my voice slightly audible over the hum of the old timepiece in our living room. The late autumn light filtered through the worn curtains, casting a long, golden murk on the faded hairpiece. My heart pounded a little briskly as I looked across the room at my sister, Britney, whose gentle eyes sounded to ...