Sometimes, Cora thinks she hates her sister. It’s strange how hate and love can so quietly exist at the same time. They are moon phases, one silently growing until one day all that’s left is darkness. It’s not something that Delilah says or does, really. Cora is used to her small annoyances. It’s that Delilah is a daydream and standing next to her makes Cora feel real.
