“I wanted to tell you about him,” he says. “I mean, you know that, don’t you?” “Yeah,” I say. “You should have, but I get it.” “But here’s the thing . . . What she did to you was shitty. She’s my sister, though.” “I know.” “And I love her. I always will. That’s just the way it’s going to be. She and I shared a womb. You and I shared a dorm room.”
