The secret life of Kim Anderson

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…But for Kimberly, there was no yellow brick road, no hopeful journey. There was only the shadow of the porch, the echo of her grandmother’s voice, and the chilling realization that even in the face of unimaginable loss, she was still, and perhaps always would be, alone with her silence. The world outside the living room might be reeling, but within the confines of her own heart, a different kind of stillness had taken root, a quiet that was both a shield and a prison. And as the sobs of her sisters filled the room, Kimberly Anderson, at nine years old, continued to hold her breath, waiting for a feeling that refused to come.