At first, I thought it was just a simple crush that would pass as quickly as it started. As the months dragged on, it became obvious that wasn’t the case. I don’t recall seeing Nera so happy before, and I’m truly not sure if I should be glad for her or if I should worry.
“Have you ever met someone you can talk to about all the things you can’t discuss with anyone else?” my sister asks from her spot on my bed. “Even though you don’t know much about them?”
Pain shoots through my thumb as I stab myself with the tip of my needle. A small drop of blood soaks into the beige silk, and I’m nearly hyperventilating, alarmed that she somehow knows my secret. But when I glance up, I see her staring at the ceiling with a dreamy look in her eyes. It was just a rhetorical question, thank God.
“Maybe,”
