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.

as I watched her bend over that letter, I realized she had been drowning beside me the whole time.

I just never reached for her.

Leila looked at me, her face stripped bare of every wall she had built.

“I missed her so much,” she admitted.

“I know,” I said.

“No, Gia.”
Her voice cracked.
“I missed you too.”

The words hit me harder than I expected.

I moved around continue reading …