SHE TURNS AND LOOKS at me every time she sits down. She knows where to find me—nestled safely between Mom and Dad. But there’s nothing safe about being here.
It’s hard to explain, unless you have a sister, but you just know when her world has been tilted. And now it’s like she can see the slant of mine. I wish she’d get out of my head. I used to want to open it up like a coconut so we could share all of the same thoughts.
I don’t want to anymore. Not only because I’m afraid of what I’ll find in her head, but because I’m scared of what she might see in mine.