The words tumbled from Rae’s lips. “I need her. Being someone’s sister is the one thing I haven’t failed at. She was always lovely and easy to hurt. I hurt her sometimes, I resented her sometimes, but I planned to fight her enemies my whole life. When we were young, we told each other stories. When I got sick, I was scared to sleep, in case I never woke up. I could only sleep when I told myself if I died, she’d tell her kids stories about me. I wouldn’t be anything but a story then, but that’s better than being nothing at all. Nobody lives forever, but a story can. Stories are how I survive.
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