Between Sisters

by Kristin Hannah

“We do not see things as they are, we see them as we are.” —ANAÏS NIN

They’ll go on, of course. That’s what children and women do—we go on. But we won’t ever be quite whole again.

The wound had healed over, grown a layer of thicker skin. She’d long ago quit wishing for a different mother. It was a hope that had once crippled her; she’d had to let it go. Like her dream of a sister who was also a best friend. Some things just didn’t turn out the way you wanted, and a girl could only cry for so many years.

“I’d have to trust her, wouldn’t I? We can’t live other people’s lives for them. Even if we love them.”