The Bluebell It had been a year. A year since Charlie last touched the painting on her easel, now buried under a thick layer of dust. A year since the phone call shattered her world. A year since her sister died. To the day. She dreaded the anniversary with a mix of rage and contempt. She wasn't ready. She couldn't move past disbelief, even now. Nothing. Emptiness filled her. Without Sarah, life had