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

to be scared.

Without even opening her eyes, Nora lifted the blanket.

“Both of you are terrible at being brave,” she mumbled.

Leila curled against her left side.

I pressed against her right.

“You’re scared too,” I whispered.

“No,” Nora said. “I’m responsible.”

She should have been worrying about homework, messy hair, and whether Mom would let us stay up late continue reading …