Uncle Frank

I'd never tell Mir, but it smelled like mothballs in here. I stretched as I woke, choking on the air inside the cupboard despite not needing to breathe. I really had to ask her to not tamper with our sleeping place, still a hundred times better than any coffin, in my opinion. But, my big sister was just trying to help.

Story of my life, really. Made me feel sorry for her, for the choices she made, ones she really didn't have a say in when it ...