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.

aloud.

“Dear Leila,

You probably rolled your eyes when you saw this. I can see you doing it. You roll your eyes when you are sad because you do not want people to know.”

Leila covered her face.

Mom sat down slowly, as if her knees had given up.

Leila kept reading, her voice shaking.

“You are not mean. You are scared. There is a difference. Sometimes you continue reading …