"Please don't tell her," she says, shaking her head hard. "I don't want her to know I told you. Things will only get worse for me."
Her fingers clutch my hand like a lifeline, eyes fixed on it as though I might vanish.
"Is that right?" I say, definitely not believing any of that. "Tell me what happened. Let me decide."
"I was just talking to her... like always. Mom keeps saying we should get along, so I try. I thought if I was mostly gentle, maybe she wouldn’t snap. But Freya flared up and she..." Her hands tremble, words breaking off. "I don’t know why she hates me so much."
Maybe because you look like the version of her our parents want her to be. Maybe because you went out of your way to look like the exact copy of her, bleached your hair, dusted your face with that chalky powder, s
