"She was also your sister." I moved closer and reached for her hand. "And she used you. They both did."
"I know." Her voice cracked. "I wanted to help you and her. I loved my sister...or at least I loved the person I thought she was. I wanted to matter to my family."
The confession really got to me. I totally get it. Helena's lies were all coming out now.
"You matter," I said firmly. "You've always mattered."
"To who?" She pulled her hand away. "My mother? Who sees me as a means to an end? Helena, who only called when she needed something? My father is and was never around. You?"
The question hung in the air between us, sharp and cutting.
"To me," I said quietly. "You matter to me, Grace."
She laughed, the sound wet and broken. "Because I'm pregnant with your child. Because I'm conv
