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.

we were 16.

Leila stared at her plate.

I stared at mine.

Neither of us answered.

The truth was, needing each other hurt.
Every time I looked at Leila, I saw the space between us where Nora should have been.
I think she saw the same thing when she looked at me.

By the time our 21st birthday came around, I thought I had learned how to survive that emptiness.continue reading …