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.

the table and wrapped my arms around her.
At first, she froze.
Then she grabbed me like she was afraid I would disappear too.

Mom began to cry openly.

For a while, the three of us just held on.

When we finally pulled apart, the last bundle remained between us.

Both our names were written on it.

Leila wiped her face.
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