12-year-old Pax always took quick glances over to the empty side of the dinner table as he ate with his parents.
Had he actually had a sister?
He vaguely remembered a chair being on the other side…
and he vaguely remembered a funeral for a girl who died in a hit-and-run.
But his parents never talked about a daughter and Pax was scared to ask.
A tear ran down his face as he stood in the attic.
In the corner,
covered in stickers of unicorns and rainbows,
was a chair.
Pax sat in it and remembered Penny.