In truth, the thought of anything bad happening to my sister was deeply painful for me too, even if I likely wouldn’t be around to see it. I’d loved a lot of siblings in a lot of lives, but Gracie was a firm favourite. Sharp, weird, bright in an entirely unique way. So alive. The image of her body lying empty in a cold, damp grave was so incongruous that my body folded in on itself whenever I thought about it.
