I don’t feel as ridiculous as I thought I would.
Peering into the mirror behind the bathroom door, I adjust my blue polka dot tankini, thankful the neckline isn’t too low because it hides my scar perfectly. This two-piece bathing suit was a gift from Matilda. She said I should flaunt my assets. Just because I lost my will to live didn’t mean I had to dress like a nun—an insensitive comment from someone who was perfect and clueless.
There was never any doubt Matilda and I were sisters. Some even confused us for twins. But she was always the curvier, prettier one, and I was fine with that. I had Bryan. He was all I ever needed. Too bad he was all Matilda needed too.
I have no idea what they are doing or if they’re still together. I don’t even know if they ever were. Matilda confessed when
