Grace laughs, then leans back into me. I put my arms around her again. It’s nice—to be here for her in Jun’s place. To love and to be loved. In the short span of a few days, she’s become a new sister instead of a cousin I’ve seen only a handful of times in my life. But, hell, even Em and I never hold each other like this. Nobody in my family does. I don’t know why. This, too, feels right. We stay like that for a few minutes. I wonder at our hidden depths. We all have this same intense ability to love running through us. It wasn’t only Jun. But for some reason, so many of us don’t use it like
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