I did not reach for anyone.
Not yet.
There were still too many questions inside me.
The fifteen minutes Dr. Feldman had negotiated became forty.
Eventually she opened the door and informed us that the miniature cheesecakes were disappearing at a statistically alarming rate.
Ethan stood immediately.
“Why did nobody tell me?”
“You were discussing family law,” she replied. “I made a judgment call.”
He hurried out.
Jonathan followed, promising to save him two.
Mom and Dad left more slowly.
Denise remained.
I knew she would.
When the door closed, the two of us sat across from each other.
Sisters.
For years, I had thought of us mostly as opposite sides of Ethan’s story.
I had forgotten there had been a time before him.
Denise had taught me how to braid my hair.
I had covered for her when she missed curfew.
She had sat in the front row at my high school graduation and screamed louder than anyone when my name was called.
