In the days that followed, Sky started acting very strange, and I was really worried about it.
“Are you going to tell me what's going on? My twin telepathy is telling me something’s up, and you're not okay,” I said, laughing one morning before work. She laughed along with me.
“We both know that’s not real.”
“Come on, Sky. I’m your sister; I’m here to support you no matter what.” She sighed deeply.
“Would it upset you if I went to see my parents again? It’s just that, damn, Bree! I know they stole me and separated me from you, but they were good parents, and I love them,” she said, on the verge of tears. I approached her and hugged her tightly.
“I would never be mad about that, Sky. I totally get it, and there’s no reason for me to be upset.”
“Do you really mean it?” she asked, her vo
