CHAPTER ELEVEN
Rylie watched the mountains in the distance, melting into the cloudless blue sky, as Michael drove west, toward Columbus. She was thinking about Bobette, alone, driving out to meet her twin sister.
She couldn’t help but feel a pull at her heartstrings when Bambi spoke about her dead sister. Though Maren wasn’t officially dead, she’d long since realized it would’ve been better if she was. That way, she’d know. There’d be no “what if?” Every time she went into a supermarket, she couldn’t help but wonder if every woman around Maren’s age was her long-lost sister. Every time, she’d gotten her hopes up, just a bit.
Rylie and Maren had been close, but toward the end, she’d begun pulling away, getting more interested in boys and make-up and things that didn’t interest Rylie. Sti
