The Wrong Daughter

by Dandy Smith

in situ

can’t let him get to Olivia. He jumps back and throws up his hands as though to ward me off.

All the while, caitkyn is still protecting olivia despite her fakse allegiance abd loyalty to heath...altough she doesnt know any better

Olivia.

Noooo now she is rreakky dead?!?

No one will ever know you the way a sister does. There’s a special type of magic in being born to the same two people. Of growing up together. In knowing the blood that courses through my veins is the same as the blood that coursed through yours.

There is nothing truly like the love of a sister....i understand that as a twin

I do not love you sloppily or lazily, Olivia. I love you with a pounding, visceral certainty.

I feel this love fir ny rwin and now caitkyn has to grieve a second time...she almost got olivua back and lost her moments later

Our blood. We are sisters. We are aged twenty-seven and thirteen years old. I will never be alone.

No matter how old we are, me and my sister will always love each other immensely