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.

with the ending, but I never made peace with ours.
Not really.

I only learned how to speak around it without falling apart in public.

People always called Leila and me twins after Nora died, because it was easier for them.
Easier than saying “the surviving two.”
Easier than watching our mother’s face collapse every time someone continue reading …