Everyone in Harold Smith's circle knew he had a loyal shadow. That was me. I would brave the rain to deliver condoms while he was with other women. I would kneel and beg for forgiveness on his behalf after he accidentally hit someone. I would willingly serve as a blood bank to save his childhood sweetheart. Everyone teased me, saying, "How can you be so in love with Harold?" But no one knew that the one I had loved all along was actually my sister, who had died ten years ago. ...