But who will my mother see as I step into the white gown? Me or Olivia? Will she shed a tear because she’s overjoyed that her youngest is getting married, or because her eldest never will? And how will I feel on that day as I walk down the aisle without my sister? Knowing she will never have a happily-ever-after. That she was stripped of it. Of everything. Because I didn’t save her the way she saved me.
