Our triplet sister died when we were eleven—until a box arrived on our 21st birthday that revealed she might not have been gone at all.

the truth from entering the room.

But Nora knew.
Of course she knew.

Nora always knew when someone was lying, especially when they were doing it kindly.

I remember the first hospital stay.
The smell of sanitizer.
The bright lights.
The cartoon stickers on the wall that did nothing to make the room feel less frightening.
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