Our Triplet Sister Passed Away When We Were Only Eleven—On Our 21st Birthday, Mom Handed Us a Box that She Had Left Behind

you think no one is listening. You always stop when people walk in, but you should not. Your voice is soft and pretty, even when you make up half the words.”

My throat tightened.

I had stopped singing after Nora died.

I hadn’t even realized when.

The silence had settled so gradually that I mistook it for growing up.

The letter continued.

“Gia, you feel things continue reading …