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.

asked where the third girl was.

But Leila and I never felt like twins.
We felt like two broken pieces of something that used to be whole.

Nora was the oldest by seven minutes, and somehow she acted as if those seven minutes made her responsible for the entire universe.
She reminded us of it all the time too.

“I’m older,” she would say, lifting her chin continue reading …