“June.” I say it slowly. “If you die, then Jayne Ji-young Baek is dead. I’ll be dead at the hospital. They’ll file a death certificate in my name. I’ll be dead at school. New York City, New York State, the United States of America—they’ll all think I’m dead. Your will won’t matter. You’re the one who’ll be alive in name, June. It’ll be me and Mom’s dead baby who will be gone. I’ll be fucking trapped in some nameless purgatory. I’ll be some in-between ghost.”
