I was scarred saving my sister from a fire—years later, she hid me at her wedding, until the groom’s mother said five words that silenced everyone.

“I’m choosing not to marry someone while I’m finding out who she is.”

That distinction mattered. He was not making me the prize in some contest between sisters. He was taking responsibility for his own decision.

Emily turned toward me anyway. The look on her face was pure betrayal. I had seen it before when we were younger, whenever something she wanted continue reading …