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.

You have to stay for me.”

The tape clicked, then continued.

“So on our 21st birthday, do not just remember the day I am not there. Remember this too. I loved you first. I loved you last. And I am still your sister.”

The tape ended.

No one spoke.

Then Leila wrapped her arms around me, and Mom folded herself around both of us.continue reading …