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.

yell because crying makes you feel weak, but you are not weak. You are the bravest person I know because you feel angry and sad and still keep standing.”

A tear dropped onto the paper.

I had spent years thinking Leila’s sharpness meant she blamed me somehow.
Maybe she thought the wrong sister had survived.
Maybe she hated that I reminded her of Nora.
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