Because I’m leaving, and she is staying. Because she seems lovely, and even if she isn’t lovely, she’s still my sister. I tiptoe my way to the kitchen without making it apparent that their seemingly friendly conversation is making something in my chest collapse, brick by brick. “Stay,” Mal snaps behind my back. He doesn’t sound so nice anymore. I halt, but don’t turn. Kathleen’s obviously got it hard for him, and I want to show her I’m not a threat. “You guys are…” I start. “Nothing,” Mal clarifies. “We’re just friends, right, Kathleen?” She clears her throat, smoothing her dress. My heart is
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