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.

both sides.

I remember one storm when thunder cracked so loudly the windows shook.
Leila climbed into bed first, dragging her stuffed rabbit behind her.

I followed two minutes later, pretending I was not scared.

Nora lifted the blanket without even opening her eyes.

“Both of you are terrible at being brave,” she mumbled.

Leila curled against her left side.continue reading …