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September 22 - October 18, 2025
I look over at her more tenderly than I should, feel an old kind of missing her in my chest that I wish would just die but it can’t seem to take its last breath. Every time it takes one it takes another and another, and it’s never a last breath. Loving her like this is a kind of breathing that feels like dying.
I’m wearing a yellow and pink tweed off-shoulder minidress from Oscar de la Renta and Bridget said it was too cold to wear it so I definitely wore it, and even though I paired it with the double-breasted brushed wool and cashmere-blend coat from Sergio Hudson, I didn’t put it on because having a sister is weird and I wanted to spite her even if it was at the cost of myself, and during the five-second walk from the town car to the club I thought probably I was about to die from hypothermia.

