Blue Sisters

by Coco Mellors

she is lost. In fact, all the remaining sisters are. But what they don’t know is this: As long as you are alive, it is never too late to be found.

Avery had previously thought love was built on large, visible gestures, but a marriage turned out to be the accrual of ordinary, almost inconsequential, acts of daily devotion—washing the mugs left in the sink before bed, taking the time to run up or downstairs to kiss each other quickly before one left the house, cutting up an extra piece of fruit to share—acts easy to miss, but if ever gone, deeply missed.