My Sister Vanished 16 Years Ago—Then I Saw Her Jacket at a Gas Station at 2 A.M.

want to keep living.”

Her voice trembled slightly.

“She took this jacket off and wrapped it around me herself. Said someone who loved her once gave it to her. Then she said, ‘Now I’m giving it to you because sometimes surviving is hard enough already.’”

I couldn’t breathe.

“Amy,” I whispered. “My sister’s name was Amy.”

The woman’s eyes widened slowly.

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