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.

not let me become the space between you. I am scared that when I go, you will look at each other and only remember I am missing. But you are not just the two who stayed.

You are Gia and Leila. You are my sisters. You were my favorite people before I got sick, and you will still be my favorite people after.”

Leila pressed her forehead against my shoulder.continue reading …